Logan didn't hold back, his arms tightened immediately around her when she took her leap and he held her tightly. "Oh, Lilly." Buried his face in the curve of her neck and she SMELLED like Lilly and was warm Lilly. The last time Logan had looked at Lilly she'd been in her casket. Cold, dry. Her hair arranged to hide the gash in her head, that ugly fucking yellow dress and the casket so surrounded by flowers that they left some inside of it for her to take down into the ground with her. She was alive now. None of that funeral parlor makeup on her face, no gash, no dress. Lilly as he had known and loved her.
He pulled back and set her on her feet (having lifted a little when he'd hugged her). Looked at her with dark eyes, still stunned and damn near speechless. "It's you. You're. . alive, I. . .Oh God Lilly, I'm so sorry." He grabbed her to hug again. "I'm so sorry I wasn't there. I'm so sorry I didn't stop him and. . .I. . .Oh fuck!" He nearly cried, his throat was all tight and painful because he wanted to cry. But he couldn't allow it.
"I knew it was over, I came and I watched you. .at the car wash. I wrote the note, I just wanted you to be happy. And you looked happy there." Remembered when he told Veronica, his hair blowing in the wind. Backup breathing against his legs. "Oh God I missed you. I'm so sorry he hurt you too, Lilly. I never would have let him hurt anyone else if I. . had I. . .I just didn't know."