A/N: This was an idea I've had for a really long time. And now I finally got the drive to post it. Reviews are mucho appreciated and anticipated.
Disclaimer: I own nothing...but one day I will own it all! HAHAHAHA!! :0)
Honest
She could tell it to herself, but to no one else. Post X-1. ROGAN.
The girl lay on her bed, listening to the monotonous tick-tock of the clock on the wall. It had only been an hour since he'd left. An hour. And already it felt like an eternity. She removed the glove that covered her hand and fingered the dog tag. The metal felt cool against her bare skin; it was so much more than an accessory. It was a statement of who he was--Wolverine to the world, Logan to her. The closer she held it, the closer he was.
The better she felt. But even so, she wondered.
What would she do without him? Who would she confide in?
A knock on the door jarred her from her thoughts.
"Hey, Rogue," It was Bobby. "Dinner's almost ready--care to join me?" She thought it over.
"Sure. You go on, I'll be right there." He hung back.
"Come on, slowpoke," he teased, smiling. She put the glove back on and gently laid the dog tag onto the bureau. Bobby was a nice boy, and he would be enough to get her through until Logan came back. And that was the thing--he'd promised her he'd come back. And Logan kept his promises. It was now that she, too, made a promise--to herself. She wouldn't let anyone know just how much she loved him.