AN: we need some Max and Logan shit we have a serious lack of it the poem Max reads is song IX by W H Auden. Enjoy

It was warm outside Max couldn't feel it, but she could tell that it was warm out. How could it be warm, shouldn't a day like this one be rainy and cold. The sun shouldn't be shining, birds shouldn't be merrily chirping. She slowly stood and began to speak. Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone. Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone. Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Her voice was shaky as she spoke but the few gathered on that cold earth could hear her. She wished that it would be like it was in the movies, and she couldn't feel or think. She wished didn't know what was going on or quite where she was. But she knew exactly where she was and could replay every damn second that had led them there in her head every word every look until the last

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead. Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

It didn't matter how they had ended up here or why. The only thing that mattered was that she was here now speaking at Logan's funeral. It hurt so bad she could barly stand barly breate. She just knew she had to make it through his eulogy before she could rest; she needed to do at least that for him.

He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

All that kept playing in her head was when she had gotten the call. Matt Sung he had just identified Logan's body shot twice in the head by a friend of a drugloard he had put away. He was in jail now but it hardly seemed fair Logan was in the ground. It was two days until there six month anniversary.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood; For nothing now can ever come to any good.

She couldn't take it anymore this was so hard without him. She was so tired all she wanted to do now was to sleep and to never wake up, to be with him again. Everything just hurt so much now the world was cold and empty.

Those of you who know...knew Logan well know what a great man he was. He fought to save and protect the innocent, with nothing in return, he was the only real super-hero to live. I got the plesasure to not only know him but to love him. It was the best thing I ever did in my life, and I wouldn't trade one second that I had with him for anything in the world. Thank you all for coming today to remember this remarkable man. Just do me a favor, don't say goodbye don't let him go keep him alive in your hearts forever.

Max threw a rose into the ground over his coffin and lifted up a hand full of dirt crumbling it in her hand before letting it slide from her fingers. The first of the dirt that would latter be pilled six feet deep.

She went back to his penthouse she had to do one last thing for him.

This is a streaming freedom video bulletin. The cabel hack wll last exactly 60 seconds. It cannot be traced, it cannot be stopped and it is the only free voice left in the city. Some sad news to report today (her voice was not scrambled as his was) Eyes only, or Logan Cale as he was known by those close to him, was killed yesterday by this man David Vartan a drug dealer. Logan will be missed by all especially me. I would like to ask that everyone who believed in Logan, in eyes only to morn with me the great loss we have suffered today, but to not give up, never give up, keep fighting, for yourselves, for him.

She went to bed noticing already that the sheets were starting to loose his scent and soon it would all be gone.

She didn't get up for days she wouldn't eat wouldn't talk she just shut down, doing anything else required too much effort. She kept thinking that it wasn't supposed to be this way it wasn't supposed to end like this they were supposed to grow old together, now she would be alone forever with his memory to haunt her. There were times she would fall asleep and have such vivid dreams of him. When she would wake it was so painful when she realized that it was just a dream that he was in fact dead and gone, that she decided to not sleep anymore. So she just laid there still and quite as if she was dead too.

AN: if I get reviews that request it to be happy it will be made happy if not it gets sadder.