The car sat still on the side of the road, its headlights cutting through the dark, empty stretch ahead. Inside, the silence was suffocating. You stared out the window, arms crossed, trying to reign in the storm of emotions threatening to spill over. Logan sat beside you, motionless, his fingers drumming against the steering wheel in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

“Say something!” you finally snapped, breaking the silence. You turned to face him, but his stoic expression didn’t falter. “Or…do something! Anything!”

His eyes flicked toward you, hard and unreadable. He raised his hands as if to sign, but then stopped, letting them drop back into his lap.

“That’s it?” you scoffed, anger bubbling up. “You’re just going to sit there? Pretend like this doesn’t matter? Like I don’t matter?”

Logan clenched his jaw, his fingers twitching like he wanted to respond, but instead, he stayed silent.

“This is why it’s so hard to talk to you, Logan!” you continued, your voice rising. “You just shut down when it gets hard. Do you even care how much this hurts me?”

Logan flinched, but the reaction only fueled your frustration. You could feel the tears stinging your eyes as you yanked open the car door.

“I can’t do this right now,” you muttered, stepping out into the cool night air.

You didn’t hear him move, but when you slammed the door and started walking down the side of the road, you could sense him behind you. The sound of his boots on gravel grew louder as he caught up to you.

A hand on your arm made you stop, and when you spun around, you found Logan’s dark eyes filled with an intensity you weren’t ready for. His hands flew into motion, signing with desperation that froze you in place.

“Don’t run from me. I can’t call for you. Please don’t run from me.”