Point of View: Patton, First Person
Timeline: Present Day

I slowly slid off Logan's bed, carefully tucking him into his sheets.  Logan frowned in his sleep, probably confused by the sudden lack of warmth at his side, as his hand reached dazedly in my direction, before collapsing as he fell back into restless sleep once again.

I walked into the bathroom and grabbed some baby wipes, going back to the bed to wipe away the tear marks that now stained Logan's cheeks.

Being Logic, he's forced to take the force of migraines, some of them powerful enough to leave him sobbing - fisting the sheets and squirming in pain.  It's - It's not easy to watch, but Logan confessed to me as a kid that having someone nearby during one of his... episodes, always helps.

I can't help wondering what triggered it.  As kids we realized that the Logan was always safer inside the Mind Palace.  The Mind Palace must have some protective... thing... or something because he doesn't have them often when he's inside.  I think it's been a couple years - the last one when Thomas did that Vine where he purposely got hit by a car - so I have no idea what happened.  Logan stopped going to the Imagination as soon as we recognized the connection...

So what happened?

Oh well, at least he's better now, I thought, but I couldn't help the fact that it still bothered me.

Still, it was just so sudden...

I walked over to the trashcan, discarding the used baby wipes.  I turned back around and settled down on the corner of Logan's bed, gently pushing my fingers between his...

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Point of View: Logan, First Person

...

Was it finally over?

I slowly peeled my eyes open to find faint daylight peering into my room, sighing a little as I noticed the lack of stabbing pain in my head.  The faint daylight was mostly blocked, however, by a large, blue, blurry figure.

Patton.

"... something to tell you," Patton said quietly, clearly not realizing I was awake.  He had his eyes shut, and his hands clasped in my own.  A faint smile was on his face.  "I - I know this isn't really that best time, considering that you're still sick and all, but I thought - I thought that it'd be best to just - just say it, even if you can't hear me.  I - I know that you... like to avoid... feelings, but I can't help it, I just can't," Patton mumbled, very un-Patton-like.  "I - I love you, Lo.  In... in a way that more than just friends.  And... and I have a feeling that you feel the same."

"So... I guess what I'm trying to ask..." Patton gripped my hand a little tighter.  "Do you want to my boyfriend?"

My jaw dropped.

Which was exactly what Patton saw when he opened his eyes.

Patton squealed in surprise, turning bright red, tearing his hand away from mine and stumbling backwards a back.  "L-Logan," he squeaked.  "Uh - Uh - How... How much of that... did you, uh...," Patton trailed off, blurry figure fiddling nervously with the sleeves of his cardigan.

"Enough," I said quietly, eyes dropping away from his.  "Patton, my glasses?  Where...?"

Patton quickly spun, and grabbed what I assumed to my glasses off my nightstand, pressing them gently into my hands.  Feeling the familiar frames, I slowly put them on, blinking as everything came into focus.

I could now see Patton's face clearer, face flushed.  He nervously hovered over me before forcing a smile.  "Um... Logan?  W-What... What do you, uh... say...?" Patton nervous swayed, waiting for my response to his - his question.

I opened my mouth to respond, wanting to say yes more than anything in the world, but I closed it again, collecting my thoughts again.

He's too good for me, and I'll only break both of our hearts.  He deserves someone who can feel, someone who isn't a robot, someone who is as human as he, someone who can love him with every ounce of their soul and - and I can't, and I know that I never will.  I can't comfort him when he's sad, I can't make him happy, I can't protect him...

And isn't the point of being in a relationship?  Of being in love?

I know what I have to do...

"You know that I think very highly of you, Morality," I started, and I tried to ignore the way Patton flinched at the use of his job, rather than his name.  "But perhaps it would be better to... forget, the situation that just occurred moments ago."

I hated watching Patton's face, momentarily fall before and forcing a smile.  Oh God, I hate it, I hate it.  "O-Okay," he managed.  "Um... h-how's your head?"

... he's too good for me.

"Better," I replied, pushing my blankets to the side and wincing slightly as a small round of pain burst through me.

"Whoa," Patton said, gently pushing me back onto the sheets and tucking me back in.  "No work for you today, no," he commented.  "You're still not back to your normal self."

"But -"

"No buts," Patton said firmly.  "You're staying here all day, let your body heal."

"But the video - " I tried.

"The video can wait," Patton interrupted, crossing my room towards the door.  "You can go back to the video when you're back to full health."

I sighed, eyes staring at the ceiling, realizing I wasn't going to win.  

When I looked back down towards Patton and was surprised to see tears rolling over his cheeks. "Patton...?"

"No, no,  it's fine," Patton waved a dismissive hand, using the other to wipe away the evidence.  "I'm fine, really.  I - I don't honestly know what I was expecting anyway," Patton pushed his glasses back up, which were starting to slide down his nose.

"Patton - "

"I mean, you're Logic, you're so smart and good and you could do so much better than someone that keeps puppy posters on their walls, who's so... childish."

"No, wait, Patton it's not that at all," I sat up, blankets falling around my waist.  "Truly, it's not."

Patton gave me a watery-smile.  "It's okay, Logan, honest," Patton sniffled and I wondered if I had really made the right decision.  "I - I'm sorry that I asked," Patton apologized, gripping the door frame tightly.

"I - I'll go make you some soup, okay?  You stay right there and rest, promise?"

Patton didn't stick around long after that, quickly leaving and trusting that I would stay put.

I had no choice but to sink back down into the sheets, already feeling my headache starting to come back... if only he knew how much I truly love him...

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I'M SO SORRY
IT'S SO SADDDD

Okay, now a couple house-keeping things:

FIRST: No, this story is not finished, although I rarely post on it. 
SECOND: The last chapter of this book, in comparison to the other books in this series, is the last chapter of The Dark Side of the Imagination.  SO YEAH WE GOT STILL QUITE A BIT LEFT TO GO, LIKE 40 MORE CHAPTERS OR SOMETHING, MAYBE MORE WHO KNOWS ^-^
LASTLY:  So I'm releasing this chapter today because today is the 1-Year-Anniversary of the Why I Run Series (and what I consider my Wattpad Anniversary)! SO YAY X3  And if you're still reading this, you're a real one - thank you so much <3

Bye lovelies!  See you... eventually!
- Max <3