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He couldn't understand how she was still there after all. Loving him, praying for him. Asking for all his suffering to go away. Diana, the most impure purity he had ever seen, the one who suffered as much as he did, slept peacefully. She slept peacefully next to him.
After a long, truly long night somewhere in the United States trying to save a couple of mutants, both of them could finally rest in their room. Even though Logan had his own room, he prefered to sleep in Diana's mess of papers and ink and books. He feelt, even if just a little better. With a cigar in his hand and Diana's head on his chest, he spoke, his volume low and serious.
-Oh, I thought... This is gonna be one of those things -Logan murmured, blowing the vast smoke from his lips.
-What things? -the blonde asked, caressing his chest while a light smile appeared on her face. The night became increasingly clearer, giving way to sunlight.
Like daylight, hiding the darkness. Diana was that small portion of his life that made him believe that all his years of living, those hard decades and centuries full of dust and blood, were worth it. That telling all those rich people what once came out of his mouth was true, what they wanted to hear, what they wanted him to finish. Because when she arrived, this felt like it could be love, and he could be the path she decided to follow. And she did. She consoled him with the same force that a poet uses to disturb the well-off. She took him in her arms, and ignored his way of being, his way of wanting to die. Because Logan lived his entire life looking for a good place to die, but he ended up finding a place where he could live.
-We could be the way forward -he began, rubbing her back with his free hand. -And I know I'll pay for it.
Like a virgin, like a work of God, like what he stopped believing a long time ago, Diana framed his face between her cold hands, full of compassion. He looked at her with his eyes full of stars, a celestial mantle that Diana was the only one who could see them with this closeness, like the first astronaut upon reaching the moon.
-Logan, we are the way forward -the woman declared, as if his face, which she held in her hands, was equal to holding the whole world.
And that was it, like the skeletons they kept in their body count, the old men scammed and deceived and all the planes they put together to be able to ruin even a little of this, which was impossible. The purity, the beauty, the integrity and the eternity of it.The art was that, despite the "Forever" being the sweetest con, now hung from his lips like the eternal and destroyed gardens of Babylon, and the old boots at the foot of the bed, and the tricks on his sleeve. Yes, she was a cowboy like him, and yes, a forever is the sweetes con.