There was a moment of terrible, sustained silence. Where everything hung in the air. Hovering over them. She felt herself lift out of her skin. Watched herself move. The breathing. Heavy. The rushed rise and fall of her chest. The slow close of her eyes. Open. She had to get out of here. Had to. Before she ended up breaking, breaking down -- telling all. That would not do. Not at all. So her feet took her quickly out of the room.
It was moments later she realized he was on her trail. Chasing her. She tried to get out. Breaking into a full run. A desperate, painful run. She felt the tears, hot in her eyes, but swallowed hard and they went away. She felt her heart beating in her chest. She was so aware of the glossy photo in her hand. That beautiful face. She was such an idiot. So foolish. So stupid to carry it around with her. She was bound to screw up. She wanted to turn around and yell at him to leave her alone, go away, stay out of her life. Stay out. Stay out. Private. Secrets. Secret.
She knew he would not be able to handle this. She could not see him. She could not tell him. He could run for the truth but, nothing he could do would get it out of her. She pulled her jacket tight around her chest as she burst through the front door. She tripped. Stumbled. Her shoe came off. She left it. Running. Wild. ``Go away, Logan. Just go away. I'm leaving. I am fucking leaving. I am out of here. You can have your prison. I want my life. I want my freedom.`` She did not know what she was yelling at him. It made no sense. She did not mean it. ``Stay the hell out of my life. Just go away. Go away.`` Her face was red, her hair in her eyes. She shoved her key into her car. Turned it and climbed inside. ``Go away, Logan.``