When it's time to let go.
On Saturday night at around 3 a.m I received a phone call from an unknown number. This person told me Logan was in a fight that landed him in the hospital and he was hurt pretty bad. At first I didn't believe it, so I asked him if he was okay, and eventually the guy was sick and tired of me questioning him, so he hands the phone to Logan. I heard him say in an incredibly weak tone to "please come here." I get up, and googled the address of the hospital. I knew where it was, it was close to this lake I frequent at. Mind you, I wasn't at home - I stayed over at my friend's place. It was much further than it would've been if I stayed at my house. The buses weren't working, so I called a cab company. $100. Screw it - I thought. Google maps told me it would take me 3 hours to walk there. It probably would've taken 3.5 hours to get there, because I would've taken breaks. Again, I thought: screw it. Got out of bed, put my regular clothes on was on my