Hey Everyone I'm Back With A New Story So Tell Me What You Think At The End.
I do not own any of the characters in this story let alone any of the characters I have wrote about before if I did I would be rich.
So this story is based after the 4th Series, staring Rogue and Gambit as the leads.
As rogue sat up from her bed she started to stare into space, she'd been in the same place for over hours not moving outside of her four wall room, she just sat there thinking which ended up hurting her head, She thought back to the memories that have left a scar in her head that reminded her of what she has lost, let go of and what she could never have, starting with her power, she wished and dreamed so much of the day that would never come. Never knowing what a kiss felt like, a single hug with out a lode of layers, just the touch of someone's hand against hers' but she knew deep down she's never get that, she would wallow in misery, living on her own, she'd grow up alone, unloved, untouchable.
As her attempts to hold back the tears faded she would always turn back to the one person who got her the most, the person who would get under her skin and knew so much about her, and understood her the most, but she knew it could never be, as the seasons changed and the heartbreak went on, Rouge grew more enclosed and alone, never stepping out the mansion walls (unless for school), never going out with the people who she thought were her friends, not once, she wouldn't let her hair done not for anyone but just maybe him.
She got up from her bed and ended her daily record of sitting in the same place for so long so she could have time to think, she walked over to her dresser and opened the top draw, she reached in and pulled out all the clothes so to her visible sight there was a purple velvet box under near all her clothing, she placed her hands on it carefully and pulled it out and placed it on top of her dresser, she released the lid and looked down and the object in hand, she removed her gloves and placed the object into her un-gloved pale hand, it was so light and soft against her skin the colours were dark but brought out an angelic appeal, she looked at it carefully taking in all it's detail.
She could remember that day so well, the sound of his voice, the scent of him when he was so near, the cocky smile he would give her, it was so memorable it had been in-printed into her mind. Without a doubt this young Rogue was in fact infatuated with this man. This man being the guy that had almost got her killed twice, but just the thought of the times in which she would look into his eyes would make everything around her disappeared and she would stand there mesmerized by them, but like most fairy tale story there had to be a catch, this young man was a player, a ladies man to be more polite, but something about him made Rogue feel an emotion she thought she would never be able to feel, Love, that's right she was in love with one of the most sexiest men in the world but one problem, why would he love her back, from his memories he's never loved what makes this time any different, sure they had a lot in common doesn't really change anything.
Rogue sat on her bed and looked down at her feet, she had to face the truth a girl like her isn't meant to be loved, let alone have any feelings from or towards her, why would anyone want her, she's untouchable and no one wants a girl they can't touch, specially a cajun swamp rat like him, he's the type of guy that will mess with you mind then leave you the next minute to pick someone else up.
The Poor 18 year old goth with the most pain in the world and the saddest story ever known had her self a puzzle which would never turn out good, so she would fake a smile at least and deny any feelings towards anyone specially Remy Lebeau. At the thought of his name gave Rogue a little tug at her heart strings making things worse it hurt more to think about him and seeing things that would remind her so much of him.
So she would wonder at times why her, why her, of all people to be given a curse as a power and to feel so alone to even think about doubting living, and how hard it is for her to admit to things, such as love and the meaning of it.
Well what do you think?
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Egolust92