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Anxiety's POV

You're worthless, everyone hates you, you never do anything right. Those thoughts kept repeating over and over again in my head. I know Morality was just upset but what he said is true. I don't do anything but make Thomas miserable. I heard a soft knock on the door and looked up. I groaned and pulled my hood farther over my head and turned up the volume on my headphones. There was another knock, a little louder. I sighed and got up, pulling out my headphones and slowly walking to the door.

Maybe its Prince? Maybe he came to cheer me up? I hoped it was, but no. Prince wouldn't come and cheer me up. He would be busy cheering up Thomas.

I opened the door and my heart sank even though I wasn't really surprised. Logan was standing at the door looking slightly uncomfortable. He refused to meet my eyes. I looked at the ground, expecting some bad news.

"Umm... what do you want?" I asked, almost afraid to hear the answer.

"Well, I have come to ensure that you were alright. You seemed to be distressed when you left and I felt the need to come and..." he cut off when he saw me staring at him. I couldn't believe it, what did he just say?

I scowled, unwilling to be tricked, "Yeah sure. Why did you actually come here?" I groaned.

Logan looked confused for a moment before he seemed to figure out what I was talking about, "Anxiety, although we have had disagreements in the past, I find your company highly enjoyable. Although Morality and I continue to hold lengthy discussions, he and Roman both are highly emotional and delusional in their optimism. You bring your own input to the discussions we complete and I appreciate that."

I was staring again. Did he really say that or am I sleeping? He's lying, he doesn't really care. But...what if...he does? My thoughts were in turmoil over how to react. Should I let him in? Should I just close the door?

Logan seemed to sense my worry. "Perhaps you would allow me to accompany you to dinner in he main room tonight?"

I was startled for a moment before I regained just enough cohesive thought to come up with a joke, "Oh, so you're asking me out?" I smirked, joking lightly.

Logan started to blush, "No, I do not have emotions along the lines of affection. I don't want a relationship with you, I am not asking you to be my boyfrien-".

"I never said anything about boyfriends Logan." I smirked. I laughed a little at Logan's expression as he tried to work his way out of the corner he was in. I stopped. That's the first time I've smiled in days. Actually smiled.

Logan smiled too. He shrugged and held out his elbow.

"I see someone's been studying." I noted, "But that still the wrong decade."

Logan shrugged again, "I didn't study, just suffered through a play with Morality."

I groaned sympathetically, "Which one?"

"Sound of music."

I nodded but, finally, took his arm and started walking with him. Maybe we could start from the very beginning.

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I feel no remorse. Logxiety!
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