Chocolate Faces
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A story in three parts.
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Scott pulled the necklace from his pocket, leaning forward toward Rogue. He could see what she thought, what she expected, and for a moment he considered it.
Go ahead, Scott, kiss her.
You don't love her. You only wish you did. It would be easier than loving someone who you can't have…
She's nineteen, you asshole. You can't have her. He would kill you.
I can't betray him, either.
His lips evaded hers at the last second, and he ignored her disappointment and locked the necklace around her neck. He just couldn't do it, and he'd have to keep her from finding out why.
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Scott kneeled next to Rogue on the floor, just looking into her eyes for a few moments, avoiding looking to where some member of the Brotherhood's broken body lay. He could see such devotion, such admiration in her eyes. But it still didn't come close to the look in Jean's hazel eyes…
Go ahead, Scott. Get rid of the loneliness, kiss her.
It would be a lie and you know it.
He's gone. He's not coming back. You know that, and you know that she wants to forget him. She wants to forget, all you're doing is helping her along.
It's still betrayal. I can't do it…
Once again his lips missed hers by mere millimeters, and she bit her lip. Somehow, she understood.
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Scott and Rogue were mere inches apart, standing in front of the fountain, the wind blowing her hair gently. Her eyes were filled with a mix between gratefulness and amusement, but Scott's mind was in anguished turmoil.
It couldn't hurt to just ease the loneliness, just a little.
You know she'll never be what Jean was to you.
Nobody will ever be what she was to me. Nobody will ever measure up. But you can't be alone forever. No one can.
He made his decision, leaned forward, and Rogue turned away.
"I can't replace her, Scott. I won't even try," she said as she walked away.
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Lovely…
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