His After The Heartbreak (BL)-Chapter 200: The Message

Chapter 200- The Message

Tyler’s POV

Without giving him the chance to say anything else, I quickly ended the call.

Not because I was trying to be rude...

But because I knew one more sentence—just one—and he might ask the question.

I turned and handed the phone back to Logan, trying to avoid looking too nervous.

"Thanks," I whispered.

But instead of taking it, he gave me a small smile and gently pushed my hand back.

"You should hold on to it till morning," he said. "Your dad’s gonna send the address to it anyway. It’s better with you."

I stared at him for a second, then gave him a small nod.

"Alright... Thanks again," I muttered, managing a tired smile.

Our eyes held for a second too long, and then I looked away.

My body felt like it had been through a war. I was exhausted in a way I couldn’t explain.

So I kicked off the pair of old flip-flops Logan had lent me and climbed into the bed.

The second my back touched the mattress, I melted into it like butter. The sheets were soft and cold, the pillows just firm enough. It was like my body knew it was finally safe to shut down.

But my brain?

Still going at full speed.

I wanted to sleep. Earth knows I needed it. But I also kept thinking about the address Declan said he’d send.

I told myself I would wait up just a little bit longer. I’d copy the address into my Notes app, take a screenshot, star the message, and email it to myself too—just in case.

I’d probably save it in five different places. Not even joking.

It sounds crazy, I know. But in my head, it made sense. What if something happened to Logan’s phone? What if it restarted or broke or... I don’t know, turned to dust?

Better safe than sorry.

"Okay, now I’m definitely overthinking," I muttered to myself and rolled my eyes.

But it still didn’t stop me.

I laid on the bed, holding the phone like it was made of glass, staring at the ceiling in the dark. My body begged for sleep, but my brain just kept running. Images of my mom in the hospital. Her pale face. Her voice. Her forgiveness.

I needed that forgiveness more than I needed air.

My eyes slowly started to shut. Sleep was finally pulling me under, soft and warm like a blanket...

Until I heard it.

Buzz.

Vibrate.

The sound was soft, but sharp enough to snap me awake.

My eyes flew open, and I reached for the phone on my chest.

Logan’s phone.

I blinked a few times, adjusting to the light from the screen.

A text message.

I sat up quickly, heart skipping just a little.

Declan?

I was almost sure it was my dad.

So with a slightly sleepy smile, I tapped the screen and opened the message.

And I was right.

It was from Declan.

I rubbed my eyes and leaned closer to the light of the phone screen.

He had sent the hospital’s name, the location, and even a detailed description of the road we should follow. He mentioned a shortcut too and warned me to avoid a certain turn because of road construction.

I smiled quietly to myself.

No unnecessary words. Just what I needed.

I liked that.

And without wasting time, I got to work—doing exactly what I had planned earlier.

I saved the message.

Then I copied it to Notes.

Took a screenshot.

Starred it in the messaging app.

Sent it to my email.

"Okay," I whispered with a satisfied smile. "Now I can sleep."

I dropped the phone gently beside me and lay back on the bed.

It didn’t even take five seconds.

My eyes closed.

My body relaxed.

And sleep pulled me under like a deep, quiet ocean.

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I didn’t wake up because of an alarm.

Not even from a dream.

I just... woke up.

Like my body knew what today meant.

Like something deep inside me had whispered, "It’s time."

My eyes opened slowly. The room was still dark, but a soft light was slipping through the thin curtain, touching the floor like a shy visitor. Morning had come... quiet and gentle.

I didn’t move at first.

I just lay there, breathing, listening to the soft sound of Logan sleeping beside me. His breathing was calm. Slow. Peaceful.

I sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, letting my feet touch the cold floor. I didn’t want to wake him.

But the moment I moved—just a little—

I felt it.

Arms wrapped tightly around me from behind.

Not soft.

Not lazy or loose like someone half-asleep.

Tight.

He was hugging me from behind in his sleep, his arms locked around my waist.

I froze.

I didn’t want to wake him, but I couldn’t stay like this either. I had to go. I had things to do.

Slowly... carefully... I tried to peel his hands off me. One finger at a time.

But the more I tried...

The tighter his grip became.

I closed my eyes, breathed deeply, and gently tapped his hand.

He let go.

His arms fell away, and he shifted a little, still lost in sleep.

I stood up quietly, like the floor might break if I moved too fast. I took off my shirt, grabbed a towel, and tiptoed to the bathroom. I didn’t want to wake him.

He wouldn’t be coming with me..

A few minutes later, I was back out—refreshed and wide awake.

I had nothing to wear, so I opened Logan’s wardrobe slowly and pulled out a clean shirt and jeans.

I whispered in my head, "Sorry, Logan. But you wouldn’t expect me to go see my mom in boxers, would you?"

I smiled quietly at myself as I dressed quickly.

I knew this would be my last morning here.

They had done so much for me.

Especially Logan.

But it was time to go home.

I grabbed a pen and a sheet of paper, then carefully copied the hospital address.

I checked it again to make sure it was correct.

Then I picked another paper and typed a short message for him.

I hoped he would see it when he woke up.

I also hoped it wouldn’t hurt him.

I sat there for a minute, asking myself if I should even write it.

Maybe I should just leave without saying anything.

"You know what? Fuck it. I’m writing it." I muttered to myself.

I placed the letter right under his phone, where he would easily notice it.

Then I stopped at the door and looked at him one more time.

He was still sleeping.

Part of me wanted to walk back.

Maybe say something.

But I didn’t.

It was better this way.

"Thanks again," I whispered, low enough that he couldn’t hear me.

Then I walked out.

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LOGAN’S POV

Beep. Beep. Beep.

That annoying alarm.

Why was it even on? It was the weekend.

I groaned, half-asleep, and reached out to shut it off.

I turned over, ready to sleep again—

Then it hit me.

Tyler’s mom.

The hospital.

I jumped out of bed, heart beating fast.

"Tyler?" I called out, my voice rough from sleep.

No answer.

I looked around. The room was quiet.

Empty.

He was gone.

I got up fast and scanned the space.

That’s when I saw it—

A folded paper under my phone on the table.

I picked it up.

"Did he forget this here?" I asked myself.

I opened it. It was a letter.

I frowned. Why would Tyler leave a letter?

He could’ve just told me whatever he wanted to say.

I started reading. He was just thanking me.

I rolled my eyes a little.

I was about to put the letter back on the table when I noticed I skipped a part.

At the bottom... there was more.

"Dear Logan, I hope you understand and not hate me, but I don’t think we can see each other anymore. I’m not attracted to you the way you are attracted to me."