ONE SHOT FIC, MY FIRST SO BE NICE!! Told in Logan's POV.
Her delicate hands turned white under the cold damp light of the moon.
Her usually sensual rose pink lips became blue from the chill.
I held her as I had never held another human being before, desperately clutching any part of bare skin I could touch.
But I knew it was hopeless.
I knew that she had passed from the realm of the living.
My powers were good, but without her alive to take them..
She can't be revived.
Funny, she looked so perfect, so flawless, as she was in my arms, except for one.
She is Dead.
Killed?
No one knows.
Except for one.
The professor.
Yet he wouldn't say, he just sat behind us all, his face unusually blank.
What was she doing out in the cold?
What was she doing all alone?
I was there, why didn't she call?
She knew I would have been there in an instant.
Or maybe that was why she didn't call.
Maybe, Maybe THAT was why, she was scared, I scared her when I confessed she had stolen my heart.
But why, how, when did she die?
I prayed to every possible god that she did not suffer, that she had not been carrying this around with her as she greeted us merrily in the corridor every day, or kissed me so passionately under the warm sun.
Please, god, no.
Don't let this be.
How could you let this be?
My Marie,
My Marie.
AUTHORS NOTE. Yes, I know, short, but I hope you liked it and please review, I would love to know what people thought, and then ill write longer fics. Thankyou!
Hanajima. x