Chapter Fifteen
[Logan's pov]
I want to say it back.
Let me say it back.
How can I say it back?
Oh, I know.
I hope my mother doesn't mind me taking this.
It's only paper and a sharpie.
Not like she ever cared much anyways.
I need to write quickly.
I can't wait till tomorrow to tell him.
Okay, now lean it against the gravestone.
« I love you too, Roman Prince »
-Logan Sanders
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