Logan's P.O.V—

  I went home, and sat on my bed. My breathing quickend. Tears streamed down my face as I took out my phone. I dialed Roman's number. To my relief, he picked up.
  "R-Roman..."
  "Logan? What's up? I'm on my way."
  "S-Stay on the line?"
  "Yeah. I'm sorry, about earlier."
  "Don't focus on that! Drive!" I yell into the phone, yanking off my tie.
  I hear my door open and I drop the phone as more tears stream down my face, and my hands turn into claws on my sheets.
  "Logan!" I hear him yell. I look up. "Logan come on. Come on! Don't do this to me!" I hear the tears in his voice.
  "Roman." I breathed. I felt his forehead on mine.
  "Don't do this to me." His voice calmed me. I felt his tears. My breathing slowed, as did the stream of tears.
  "Roman... I'm glad you came..."
  "I would do anything for you..."
  I blushed.
   "I would do the same for you, but I thought you were mad at me?" I looked up.
   "No." He laughed nervously. "I wasn't mad... I was just... Mad at myself."
  "Why?" I ask, utterly confused.
  "Because. I can't..." He inhaled deeply. "I can't bring myself to... To do something."
  "Why won't you just do it already, Princey?!" I yelled. He flinched back at the nickname. "I'm sorry Roman. I didn't mean to use that name..."
  "Hey, no, it's okay. Don't worry about it." He smiled.
  "But, the name—" I was cut off, by Roman kissing me. I stiffened, then relaxed and melted into the kiss. He pulled away just enough to speak.
  "I don't know what took me so long to realize what I felt for you, until tonight." He said, a new wave of tears flowing down his cheeks.
  "Hey, it's okay..." I mumbled, putting my hand to his face and gently wiping his tears away.
  I heard laughing coming from the shadows of my room, and I knew what that laugh sounded like.
  "Hello, Logan, Roman." Roman stood and put a hand on his sword.
  "Roman, don't." I said, pulling his hand away.
  "Yes, don't back away, Creativity." Roman stumbled at the name. "No, I don't remember you, Roman, Logan."
  "Deceit." I mumbled, standing. "You leave us and Thomas out of this. This fight is between you and Sleep."
  "What's up fuckers?!" Remy burst through my door. His eyes landed on Damien, and he instantly went emotionless.
  "Remy."