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Notes: Another drabble from Rogue's p.o.v. Enjoy.
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None of them understand. Not a. Single. Fucking. One. Of. Them.
You tell yourself that it doesn't matter anyways. Silently you damn them. Damn them for the pity in their eyes, for the whispers behind your back. Sometimes… sometimes you damn them for their compassion.
They don't understand, and they can never even begin to understand. You're alone. You're an endless night in a world of sunlight. You taint everything you touch.
Sometimes though…sometimes you wish they did understand. Because then maybe the darkness wouldn't be so bad, if you weren't just so damned alone.
Or maybe… maybe you're just plain Damned.
