Disclaimer: Jab We Met and X-Men Evolution belong to Imtiaz Ali and Marvel Respectively. This is purely for my entertainment.
Author Notes: As my first ever story I hope you would find it enjoyable and if so let me know. Constructive criticism will be greatly appreciated. I have the story mostly planned out it's a matter of refining it and getting it to the internet. *Fingers crossed* bit nervous about the reception I'm going to receive.
The clock on the wall showed it was nearly three o clock in the afternoon. The sun would be out for another few hours, at least in New Orleans.
Where had the day gone? Surely he had more time left. Though the past few days seemed more like a blur, he couldn't remember what he done, how much he drank, how many beds he slept in, warmed for a night though at this point all the faces seemed to blur into the one he couldn't forget. How had she poisoned him so deeply, so thoroughly?
Time what he needed was more time. He chuckled quietly, it was a weird thing time fastest when the most you wanted it was to slow down or maybe just reverse itself for once.
Huh, he didn't think he had it in him to make wishes anymore not with what he seen of the world.
Sitting in the large, spacious yet at the moment suffocating board room he glanced down the glazed window and could see the street busy with traffic, people walking to lunch, shopping, busy with everyday trivial life and Remy LeBeau felt like he was still dreaming, trapped in a nightmare.
Maybe he should pinch himself just one more time force it to work somehow, to wake up and it would all disappear.
Surrounded by people talking loudly, arguing, discussing, wanting his opinion on things he couldn't give a shit about. The continuous buzz was going to make his head explode.
He felt detached from it all, his entire being concentrated on another moment taking place in the city, maybe right this minute, a burning started in his chest and he forced himself to breathe deeply.
Would she have said yes? Maybe she was thinking about him too. He couldn't think, couldn't keep wondering he had to see it for himself, to know for sure.
The buzzing noise in his ear suddenly turned into words and he could hear his friend saying "-Remy! Remy!" Ignoring Jean-Paul for what he probably thought was the tenth time he stood up leaving the stifling room, the stares and the whispers behind.
Parking his car across the church he got out ignoring the fine he was likely to get as well as the disappointed look he got from the valet across the street from missing the chance to drive his car.
Funny how the weather was nice today; sunny with an oddly pleasant breeze for this time of the year, it should reflect what he was feeling. A little rain would have been more adapt for him at the moment.
Making his way inside the large wooden double doors, the old church was normally something he admired as someone who appreciated the city; he felt an affinity with all the old structures. Though at the moment seeing it he could picture it in a horror movie, though looking around at the moment thinking maybe for him this was one.
Passing bundles of flowers, streaming ribbons and other wedding decorations that didn't really feel like they belonged not when he was feeling like this, a little sombre atmosphere would have been appreciated a long way today but from the voices he could hear he had definitely come to the wrong place if that was what he was looking for.
Inside he could see guests going up to the happy couple offering congratulations, celebrating. She was standing there smiling and hugging her friends and family. Non not her theirs and something in his heart broke at that sight.
He didn't think that he would ever see her dressed in a white dress in a church for someone else.
Feet moving towards her without any conscious thought. And suddenly she was looking right at him blue into brown, his heart stuttered, he felt his breath catch. He had to stop; he couldn't afford any more weakness not now and not in front of her anymore.
Merde he needed a cigarette.
Walking the rest of the way like a puppet pulled on strings. He offered them an empty congratulation, tried to smile could not help but look only at her.
She glanced at him again quickly and turned away not angry that he was here of all days but with a detached sort of blankness. He didn't know what he would prefer; her showing some reaction to his presence, any reaction at all or to know that his being there didn't affect her at all.
He'd overstayed his welcome, now he concluded would be an excellent time to walk away, collect his battered pride, what was left of his heart, he didn't need the forced hospitality.
Over the conversations of the other guests he finally heard him.
"Thanks for coming, man" Said a voice while the owner shook his hand.
Remy didn't reply before making his way out cutting a path through the guests.
Making his way outside the church quickly back towards the car, he stood beside the door. He couldn't help but wonder how easy it was for her to replace him, how quickly she was able to move on, did he mean so little to her?
Opening the car door he promptly closed it again, could he make himself do it; go back and pretend everything was fine, living would become a burden, a chore. He knew once inside the car he would slowly suffocate. He had to get away until the pain numbed and he could live again.
It would be so easy to disappear from it all, would anyone care? The idea appealed to him far more than it should have, to just walk away from it all.
He took his phone out staring at it as he left it out on the hood of the car. Walking away each step easier to take, making it easier for him to breathe, people passed by him, bumping into him; to just become one of the crowd.
Undoing the tie choking him since getting dressed for work this morning he dropped it on the road slowly walking further away his feet knowing the way, an instinct to survive somehow, to not just give up, taking him away before he lost himself too far to come back though laughing hollowly, he quietly wondered if it wasn't already too late.
Translations
Non: No
Merde:Shit
Mon ami: My friend