(Warnings:Terrible writing, a bit of angst, this was rushed. I'm very sorry but this is just ... C r i n g e -)

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Logan's POV:

I knocked on the door of (Y/n's) room, Hoping I could talk to them before they go to sleep.

"Yes?" I heard (Y/n's) voice from behind the door.

I cleared my throat before speaking.

"May I speak with you?" I asked, Awaiting their answer.

I heard them sigh.

"I had a feeling you would want to talk... Come in.." They said.

I opened the door, to see them with their back to me, hanging up drawings.

I closed the door behind me.

"I apologise for disturbing you while you were doing something, but the matter we need to discuss is a little more important than hanging up pictures." I stated, putting my hands behind my back.

"Then talk." They said dully, Still not turning to face me.

"Can we both agree that this experience was eventful, startling and unnecessary?" I asked, Adjusting my glasses.

"Mhm." They responded, Putting a thumbnail in the wall.

They weren't talking very much, they were saying little to no words.

"Now with that out of the way, can we agree to forget that this had ever happ-" I was stopped from continuing, by the crumpling of paper.

I looked at (Y/n) to see their shoulders shaking violently. They were holding onto the paper as if they were what was keeping them alive.

I remembered what Future (Y/n) told me, that I had hurt them, that words could hurt more than physical pain. That if I opened my eyes to emotions, I could finally see that I was hurting people. More specifically, (Y/n).

(Y/n) crossed their arms, As if they were hugging themselves.

My eyes widened.

"I-"

"Don't- J-Just leave..-" They interupted me, letting the paper that they were holding fall to the ground.

Their voice was hoarse, it was noticable that they were crying.

This emotion, This pain I felt, It was terrible. I knew that what I was feeling was guilt.

Guilt for making them cry.

I didn't move, Even though they told me to leave, I couldn't bring myself to leave them here alone.

I couldn't speak, but I knew I had to do something.

What was it that Patton did when people were sad?

I walked over to them, and gently pulled them into a hug, hugging them from behind.

They tensed, and never stopped shaking.

My heart was aching. I was confused as well, why was I in such pain? I am not the one crying..

Or.. am I..?

I held onto them tightly, embracing them as a warm liquid slid down my face.

I was crying.

They shifted turning around to face me, engulfing me in a hug, to which I returned.

Their crying died down, leaving us in nothing but silence, with the soft sounds of our heartbeats.

"..I... I don't want to forget.." They stated, their voice growing quiet.

I didn't say anything. My only excuse was either the shock of actually feeling emotions, or the specific emotion I was feeling.

".. That isn't something a person can forget so easily.."

I was able to actually open my mouth and say something.

"I.. agree."

Silence engulfed us once more. But.. it was.. calming in a way. The sense of understanding and contentment lingered.

"Can we.. start over..?" There is something I wasn't expecting to hear.

Restart?

A new start to a relationship that we both had abused. A relationship that hadn't even started. We were enemies, we despised each other.. could we really save it..?

I smiled to myself softly, there is always a chance, that small possibility. That tiny ray of hope. It is never too late, to turn your life around. All we have to do.. is believe that we can.

No matter how small the percentage is.

"I-I would like that." I stated, loosening my grip on them.

They pulled away from the embrace, stepping back a few feet, and held out their hand.

"Hello, Logic. I am Passion, or (Y/n)."

I smiled.

"Salutations, (Y/n). I am Logan." I said, Shaking their hand. "Can we.. be friends?"

They nodded their head slightly, Smiling and then capturing me in another hug.

It's funny, isn't it?

How blind you can be to your own emotions. Blind to how you act to yourself as well as others. How conceited and uncaring you can be.

But the moment you open your mind to things like that, you learn more about the world. More about yourself. And more about others.

How a hatred towards a person, can turn into a friendship. And slowly melt... Into something more.

Emotions truly are confusing, but you start to understand them. If you allow yourself to.

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(I promise you, I'm not dead. I just lost motivation and was going through some stuff. But I'm back, and I will still have slow updates, because I have no ideas and I suck at writing, but if you have some requests, I'll try to do them.)
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(Word count: 856 )