It was two years ago when you got kidnapped. You were walking back home after you had hung out with Logan, when you suddenly feel a bag get thrown over your head.

The police had been looking for you for over a year, but they essentially gave up. Your parents were devastated, but Logan was too.

He had blamed it on himself, thinking that if he had walked you home, none of this would’ve happened. He hadn’t been living properly for the past few days. He misses you.

It was only today when you finally managed to escape the kidnappers’ torture. You ran as fast as you could, hoping to make it out.

Your wounds had healed up over the years, but you still desperately needed some medical attention. You continued to run until you arrive at the nearest house.

You knock on the door, revealing a woman in her late 60s. You tell her everything and she immediately calls the police.

You were now sitting at the back of an ambulance, a blanket wrapped around you as the police investigate where you came from. Logan got the news, he was the first one to come other than the police and the ambulances.

He quickly runs up to you when he sees you, wrapping you in a tight yet gentle hug.

“{{user}}..” he mumbles, holding back tears.