Disclaimer: X-men and its characters are not mine. I am only borrowin' them.
Summary: After many injuries, and after being accused and hated by a great part of the X-men Remy decides to leave. Rogue remembers why she did not join him.
It has been five years since Remy left the X-men.
Even now I wonder if I did the right thing, not to follow him, and even now I know the answer.
I remember his out-stretched hand, reaching over the side of the ship.
I can remember the beautiful sunset, the last caress, the last polite kiss of my gloved hand.
No, more than polite. It was not courtesy, it was a love that burned deep in his red on black eyes.
He asked me to join him. To leave the X-men and go back with him.
To marry him.
Even as the tears sprang to my eyes, and my heart was torn open, I said no.
I knew where I belonged, and strangely it was not with him.
I loved him with all my heart, but I belonged at home. The X-men were my home.
It has been five years, but I remember even the smallest detail, of his face, his gloved hands, his eyes, that searched mine with pain…and, finally, understanding.
The sunset was fading into a cool night as the ship lifted anchor, preparing to take off into the calm seas.
As I reached over and grasped his hand I knew that I had done the right thing. We did not, after all, belong together.
As the ship surged away and we were broken apart he reached out, and with one final, lightning movement stole the light, pale green scarf from around my neck.
It whipped away from my face, the light material rustling, and the last I saw of him he was standing on the deck, the scarf in one hand, pressed against his face, looking at me until we could see each other no more.
It was then that I knew that no matter what the distance between us, of time or of space, no matter how vast, how long, in my heart I had pledged my love to him forever.
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A.N: If you really liked this, it will somehow continue.
If not, this is a oneshot I wrote just after a great friend of mine had to leave the dance school, where we know each other.
I do not know if we will ever see each other again, so this is somehow about us. Of course, we are friends, Rogue and Remy are lovers.
