Forgetting Her
By: Marina StormFire
X-Men: Evolution
Disclaimer: If I owned X-Men:Evolution, Gambit and Rogue wouldn't take a whole series to get around her powers and get together afterwards. But I don't… the only thing I own is the idea for the story.
A/N: Came from a little something my sister and I found around the internet. Have fun readin' everybody! ^_^
Pairing: Gambit x Rogue
Remy watched his two-toned haired beauty dance with that skinny silver-haired garcon. Rage and jealousy warred within himself and made him sick to his stomach, even as he downed a glass of bourbon. He watched that speed-demon KISS HIS rogue, and felt his anger grow tenfold.
You want me to act like we've never kissed.
He clearly remembered the day she broke up with him… only THREE godforsaken days before they were supposed to be married. He cursed himself for his stupidity. He KNEW he should've been more wary… should never've gotten drunk and ending up losing the best thing in his life; when he'd woken with, not just a headache, but also an unknown blonde in his bed. Remembering the look of pain, anger, hurt, disbelief, and betrayal, he swore silently to himself and downed another glass. Her words rang in his ears… and rattled around his head: "Forget our wedding. Forget how we met. And forget about me." And without another word, she'd left him, leaving her engagement ring lying on the floor where she'd dropped it.
You want to forget and pretend we've never met.
His red-on-black gaze never left her dancing form. He'd cursed himself so many times since… constantly dreaming of her and their future. By now, he'd forgotten how many drinks he'd had, and could only feel an excruciating numbness and heavy pain throughout his heart and body. He wanted to hold her again… apologize on his knees to her for hurting her so badly.
And I've tried and tried and I haven't yet…
At some point, she'd left the speed-demon on the dance floor with a red handprint and an incredulous look on his face. And as she walked by him, he wished she would look at him. That would be all it took to let him know that she still cared… still loved him. But she didn't even glance his way. And he knew that he'd royally fucked up his relationship with his Southern Spitfire.
You walk by… and I fall to pieces.
Bowing his head over his drink, he murmured, "Je vous aimerai, pour toujours, ma petite Anna."
A/N: I wrote this a few days ago on paper… and actually found it pretty good. Kinda sad though. I like my happy endings… and this is one that of those few drabbles that I've written (those one's I haven't deemed worthy enough to publish online), that DON'T have a happy ending. There's also another oneshot that's being posted that is along the same lines.
But I hope everyone enjoys.
Je vous aimerai, pour toujours, ma petite Anna- I will love you forever, my little Anna.
Written: 7.18.2012
(Look for "Fate")