Drag me out of the sea & then teach me to breathe, give me forced health till I wish death on myself
When he'd first found out, Logan hadn't reacted at all. He hadn't laughed like it was some kind of joke or broken down in tears. He'd simply gone quiet for a while- his eyes cold and distant, and his jaw set. He'd stayed that way for hours, and then set out into the woods.
Because Joe wasn't gone. Joe would never leave him. And he didn't care that there was no sign of island weirdness, it had to be the island, because it was Joe. It was Joe, and Joe had promised he'd always be there, and- And Joe was the first person Logan had ever trusted. Joe was the first person he'd really believed when he said he loved him.
Joe had been a father to him, and the island wasn't allowed to take that from him.
Days were spent searching, usually with Jack in tow, and Logan combed every inch of the island his legs would take him too, barely pausing to rest as he searched high and low.
It wasn't until Wednesday that he finally gave up.
Jack was behind him, and Logan simply crumpled, the hard edge gone as his face softened and his shoulders slumped forward. There was nothing for a moment, and then his whole body shook with the force of the sob that came from deep in his chest. The kind of sob that actually hurt. The kind of sob that made your lungs ache and your body wilt. Logan doubled over as if he was in pain, his sleeves pulled down over his fingers as wrapped his arms around himself and shook. He didn't sob again, but he cried, his tears silent and his cries choked back until they were nothing more than strangled sounds that were barely loud enough to echo off the trees.
People vanished all the time, they vanished everyday, but Logan had never felt a loss like this. ...Not since the day he'd finally accepted his mother's death.
He could feel Jack hovering behind him, and he sniffed loudly before trying to speak.
"He promised," he said finally. "He promised he'd stay."
Because Joe wasn't gone. Joe would never leave him. And he didn't care that there was no sign of island weirdness, it had to be the island, because it was Joe. It was Joe, and Joe had promised he'd always be there, and- And Joe was the first person Logan had ever trusted. Joe was the first person he'd really believed when he said he loved him.
Joe had been a father to him, and the island wasn't allowed to take that from him.
Days were spent searching, usually with Jack in tow, and Logan combed every inch of the island his legs would take him too, barely pausing to rest as he searched high and low.
It wasn't until Wednesday that he finally gave up.
Jack was behind him, and Logan simply crumpled, the hard edge gone as his face softened and his shoulders slumped forward. There was nothing for a moment, and then his whole body shook with the force of the sob that came from deep in his chest. The kind of sob that actually hurt. The kind of sob that made your lungs ache and your body wilt. Logan doubled over as if he was in pain, his sleeves pulled down over his fingers as wrapped his arms around himself and shook. He didn't sob again, but he cried, his tears silent and his cries choked back until they were nothing more than strangled sounds that were barely loud enough to echo off the trees.
People vanished all the time, they vanished everyday, but Logan had never felt a loss like this. ...Not since the day he'd finally accepted his mother's death.
He could feel Jack hovering behind him, and he sniffed loudly before trying to speak.
"He promised," he said finally. "He promised he'd stay."