A Moment of Weakness
The halls were eerily quiet after hours, the only sounds the faint hum of the air conditioning and the soft echo of my footsteps. I had stayed late to finish a project, hoping the solitude would clear my mind, but instead, it made the weight of everything—Caleb, Logan, Vanessa—press heavier on my chest.
I turned the corner and froze. Logan was leaning against a row of lockers, his hands stuffed into his jacket pockets. His head lifted when he saw me, his expression a mix of frustration and something deeper.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended.
“I needed to see you,” he said simply, his tone quiet but firm.
I hesitated, torn between wanting to hear him out and wanting to avoid another confrontation. “Logan, now’s not the time.”
“When is the time, Emma?” he shot back, his voice rising slightly. “You’ve been avoiding me for weeks. I’m trying to fix this, but you won’t even give me a chance.”
“Maybe because I’m tired of being hurt!” I snapped, my emotions spilling over. “Every time I let you in, something happens. Vanessa, the messages, the fight—how am I supposed to trust you?”
Logan stepped closer, his jaw tight, his eyes blazing with a mix of anger and desperation. “I’m not perfect, okay? I’ve made mistakes. But I care about you, Emma. More than I’ve ever cared about anyone.”
I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could, he closed the distance between us, his hands cupping my face as he kissed me.
It wasn’t like the other times. This kiss was raw, intense, filled with all the emotions we’d been holding back. For a moment, I let myself get lost in it, my hands clutching his jacket as his lips moved against mine.
But then reality crashed down around me. I pulled away, my heart racing as I took a shaky step back. “I can’t do this,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “I can’t keep doing this.”
“Emma—” Logan began, his voice breaking, but I shook my head, cutting him off.
“I need to go,” I said, turning and hurrying down the hallway before he could stop me.
As I walked out into the cold night air, tears pricked at my eyes. I wasn’t sure if they were from anger, confusion, or something else entirely. All I knew was that my heart felt like it was being pulled in two completely different directions.
