My first angst. I don’t know whether or not i like it but, then again, in ever know so whatever. Please let me know what you think.

Julian strode into Logan’s dorm as usual, ready to make witty comebacks and then make out with Logan as usual. He closed the door behind him and collapsed onto Logan’s bed. 
“Logan! ” the actor called, eyes closed and still lying on the bed.
“Lo?” Julian sat upright, looking around the dorm. “Logan, where are you?” 
He began frantically looking around the dorm; opening closets, looking through drawers, looking anywhere Logan could be. 
“Logan! I’m getting worried. Stop being a dick and come out!” he raked his hands through his hair, leaving them placed on the top of his head. Shit. Shit. Shit! Where was Logan? All Julian wanted was to be in the blonde arms, being held in Logan’s tight embrace, where he felt safe.  He began to cry, wanting nothing more than to see him. He curled up in Logan’s bed, smelling the blond on the pillows, the sheets, the blankets. He slowly drifted off to sleep,tears dry and stiff on his cheeks. 

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“how is he?” the lady asked. She was dressed in a silk blue suit, her brown hair was perfectly in place, and her eyes never left her blackberry. 

“not well, sadly. ” the doctor fumbled through paper after paper, finally putting them down to look up at the woman, who returned his stare. “He continues to believe he is back at his school, he tosses and turns all night, when he gets any sleep that is.” 

The woman shook her head, letting out a small sigh. “what about…” she stopped, looking at the ground.

“oh, well, he still believes Logan is alive. He calls for him repeatedly. I’m just afraid there’s nothing I can do for that matter.” he opened his mouth as if to speak, but stopped himself, and instead his gaze fell opon the boy through the glass window. The one with the wavy brown hair and brown eyes that stare into nothing. His one failure. The one person he couldn’t manage to fix, couldn’t manage to calm. And now he sits here in his straight jacket and orange suit, rotting away. Julian Larson, physically deranged.