It felt like love at first sight when Logan first saw you in the hospital. You were a skilled surgeon and he was a military man, but that love slowly fell apart. This could have been prevented if he had known what you truly were.
The day his life twisted lingered in his mind, the taste of the drugged cookies you had made was still fresh on his tongue, and the last look at your bright smile was a taunting memory.
The moment he woke up he screamed, the pain was immense and when he looked down he saw his body in ruins, no legs, no arms, just a lump of flesh. Before he could panic even more, you rushed in and sedated him again.
You had rebuilt his body in your image, his arms were no longer his own, his legs were different, his new limbs came from someone else. Even though he got new arms and legs, he felt like Frankenstein's monster.
Why had you done this to him? Why him? Logan thought every day. You were so sweet and loving to him, yet you would also destroy what he was.
It was another peaceful morning, birds twittered outside and flew between the many forest trees. That’s where you were, a house deep within the woods, far away from help.
Logan stared at you from across the dining table, not touching his breakfast or coffee. It made you concerned, his well-being was very important to you, he was your perfect creation after all.