Veronica's Journey-Personal Narrative

Veronica climbed into the big bed, jeans off, and pulled the big, soft blanket to her chin. The lights were soft in Logan’s room, she’d never noticed that before. The rest of the world was this harsh, unforgivable place, lighting up her weak spots with hot, bright lights, but there, Veronica almost felt safe. She smiled to herself in his bed; she’d confronted her best friend’s killer there, she shook her head. But that was how she was, that was who she was- what had Logan said? The bravest person he knew… Blinking her eyes closed for only seconds, Veronica took comfort in those words for only a few moments. She definitely feel brave- she hadn’t felt brave when Aaron Echolls had a gun on her, and she didn’t feel brave hiding from her dad. The bravest person in her life was her dad, and with a weak sob Veronica opened her eyes again, to see Logan back from the bathroom, leaning against his doorframe just watching her, …show more content…
“How do you know?” He whispered back, smiling at her if just to spite their whole world. Wanting to touch her, to brush his fingertips over her temples or wrap her in his arms, Logan reminded himself that she’d learned today that all her boundaries had been crossed- by the love of her life, who turned out to be her half-brother. The mental image alone was enough to stave off physical contact. Mostly, he just hoped she wasn’t afraid of him.

“Because I wouldn’t.” Still awake, her voice was weighed-down with impending sleep, and she moved just a hair closer to him. “I’m not… wired to forgive and forget, Logan. But I remember every single thing that you did to me,” She met his eyes, “and I chose to forgive you for all of them. Duncan… Duncan thought he could let me forget and that it’d make him forgiven…” Instinctively, Veronica broke the touch barrier, reaching for Logan and pressing her cheek to his chest.

Slowly, he eased his arm around her, and released his