I lie silently stretched out on my back, feeling the blades of grass ripple around me. The night was like any other late summer night in California, warm with cool winds reminding one of the winter's descent. I look over my shoulder to where Logan is laying nearby. He took me up to this field atop a hill to go stargazing, he claims, but I know theres something more. He looks especially nervous, troubled, and scarily enough, emotional. I swat at a few bugs that are hovering lazily over my head. I wish I could look into his terra firma eyes right now, but the dark night has taken us both into oblivion.

“Faith...” he says, like he's about to mention something I'm not imterested in.

“Yeah Logan?” I know its over right then. I want to scream out and tell him no, I love you and I really have never felt like this before, and I really REALLY can't stand losing him just due to some lousy states between us.

“Well, leaving tomrrow is gonna be hard...” he sighs a long, uncontented sigh. I wish I could just take everything off his mind for once, and show him that some things are not worth worrying about. We live in different worlds though, and I can't possibly show him how I feel.

I remain silent and slightly upset. I try to convince myself there are a lot of boys in the world, and many of them will act exactly like Logan... I end up half convincing myself in a few seconds, but the concentration is far too intense and is broken again by his words.

“But I want you to know something...” he fumbles around in his coat pocket.

I turn my head to look at him. Maybe we're not over? He withdraws a cord with some sort of medallion at the end... a necklace. He smiles meekly at me and tells me to sit up for a moment.

I do so and he places the necklace tenderly around my neck.

“This was my mother's. She gave it to me when I was three... a few weeks before she was shot and killed.” I hear the pain leaking into his voice. I see what looks like a tear stream its way down his face, which he covers up for a moment. I stare in shock and try to choke down a few tears myself. I knew something horrible had happened to him, but I hadn't expected this. I finger the necklace with the honor I feel right now.

“Well, she told me... she told me, ‘give this to the girl who you'll love more than anyone. Your father gave it to me, when I was 18, right before we were to be married. He loved me then...'” Now I can hear the coldness arising in his voice.

“I promised myself I would, I would do my mother's last bidding, even if it took me a lifetime to complete. And Faith... you've done that for me... you've opened me up to see things I never thought I would. I know I'll love you forever, and you deserve this necklace, more than anyone, more then myself...” he hunched over, shivering.

I put my arms around his waist to try to make him feel better. I realize that I've just taken the few things he values more than anything, his heart and this necklace. I can't think of any words worthy of this moment, so I say nothing. I whisper his name, and that I love him more than he knows, just so it doesn't seem like I'm not appreciative. I am anything but ungrateful. This man has just given me more than anyone ever could.

“I'll never do that to you... never do what my father did to my mother...” he cries out silently.

“What did he do?” I say, sounding more like a mother than a girlfriend.

“Left her... alone... to raise me. He only came back after she was dead, and he was forced to raise me.” I'm taken aback by how much hatred there is in his voice.

“Used to beat me, force me to work for him, made me get my own jobs since I was 11 and pay my own room and board...he's only nice to Gene since my stepmother gave birth to him...”

I gawk. That's why hes out here without any adults...

“Logan... I'm sorry...”

“Faith, I love you... thank you for treating me like a human being...” he whimpered silently.

I held him the rest of the night, and I didn't care what anyone thought. Let my parents yell all they wanted, Logan needed me more than they. When someone has been that abused, you should never leave their side. Eventually we had to leave that hill, and return to our lives, but we didn't part until we had promised to show each other what true love could be. I'm still wearing that necklace, and at the moment it seems to be radiating a type of warmth that is reaching down to my heart and filling it to the brim. Anyone who says your heart can't speak is a fool, but then again, they don't know Logan, and they aren't the one who is telling this story. *smile*