He was certain he was hallucinating when he heard her voice. Been fooling himself a while on that on. Then he felt her arms, her scent engulfed him. Logan opened his eyes, brows furrowing and looked at her and he jumped back a little. He couldn't take much more of this place before he cracked.
Slowly he rose to his feet, crouched down he looked at her, his hand reaching out to touch her face. So soft and sweet, like porcelain. He couldn't believe she was there, or was she really. His brows knit together as his thumb brushed against her pale pink lips. She seemed real, he could see, touch and smell her.
It was making his mind reel, what if this was just some cruel joke to get his hopes up again only to have it taken away from him? Logan wasn't certain he could handle that, not with her, not again. He couldn't lose her again. Truth was he didn't know what he was going to do.
Slowly he rose to his feet, standing over the fresh earth of her grave, still soft from being disturbed. His head down, looking at the marker he slung his hands in his pockets. "I buried you, put you right here. A piece of me went into that box with you. I couldn't stop what happened, told you I'd protect you, keep you safe. And I failed." He felt hollow inside, a numbness settling in his chest. Losing her had hurt more than anything he experienced before. And even with her standing before him, that pain in his chest wasn't fading.