I saw alot of disclamer that the characters does not belongs to them. Is it necessary to write a disclamer? I'm not sure but since it's common so I guess I better do the same. So...All the characters does not belong to me! This is my first fan-fiction.
Sitting on the arms of her marbled balcony with her back lean against the wall, she pluck her guitar to the song 'Far Away' by 'Nickelback' singing to the tune. The midnight breeze brush through her white-auburn hair. As the song finished, she put the guitar away, leaning it against the wall beside the door that separates her room and the balcony.
She close her eyes and inhales the air while the breeze caresses her lily-white cheeks. The chill trails the exposed skin of her arms and slender long legs like a lover. It made her feel real, wanted, intimate and almost loved. For the past few nights, it had become a habit for her to change from her normal covered nightwear to only tank tops and short shorts. To her, its like an addiction to feel the wind caresses her and enjoying the silence of the night. She felt so at peace, even the psyches agree to the soothing music of the winds, the rustling of the leaves on the ground and the freshness of the air. This keeps her sane.
She inhales the air again. This time she can smell the rain - and she knows it's coming soon- a mix of roses and tulips, the faint smell of the grass, cigarettes, cologne and spices. Her eyes snapped open and from the corner she saw a shadow lurking at the other end of the balcony. She slides off from the balcony's arm and stood facing the shadowed figure. She could see only the silhouette with the red orbs. She knew who it was, yet she made no attempt of any movement or speech. How long has he been there? Why is it that she did not hear him come? Why is he here? The figure stepped out of the shadows to reveled his form. Red orbs against black, its beautiful. It's not the first time she was mesmerized by them.
Both of them stood facing each other. Neither moves nor speaks. It felt like time had stopped. She was snapped back to reality when a gush of find encircled her. She shivered and wraps herself around her bare arms. It than hit her that she was not in her normal nightwear and he saw her bare. It made her conscious of her body. It made her feel naked. She turned around, back facing him and stare out into the sky. There are no stars tonight and the sky is red and further out of the institute, the sky was flashing. For a moment she felt like heaven was taking their pictures of their sins, if not good deeds.
As her mind wandered, she felt something draped around her shoulders and her body starts to feel warm, protected against the cold wind.
"It's gonna rain chere" she felt his warm breath against her ears, his hands on her shoulders. His breath was warm yet it send chills down her spine and it made her stomach flip. How he gave her such an effect, she doesn't know but that is how she always felt when he speaks to her in such manner. "Yes…yes it is" she barely whispered. She closes her eyes and inhales the smell of the rain.
He barely hear her speak, but it is clear enough to be heard in a quiet night like this. He pulls her closer to him, the need to feel her warmth. She doesn't move away. Instead she leans against him.
"It's been a while chere" he speaks into her hair as he breath in her scent. She smells of lavender. It makes him feel warm, soothing and refresh. Maybe what they say about lavender essential oil is true. It does give him such effect when he smell her.
"Two years. You left for two years" she sigh "and I waited." She moved away from the comfort of his body and turn around to see him. Their eyes met and it felt like it will last forever, but forever was too long or rather it would never come.
"Ah will wait fohr you again, but Ah won't wait fohrevah Remy. Ah know how yah feel fohr meh but Ah can't wait fohrevah." She reached out to touch his face but stopped when she realized that she had no gloves on. She pulled back her hands and hold onto the coat wrapping herself tighter.
"Rogue…" He holds her hands with his gloved hands "Please…" He closes his eyes and held on tight to her hand. Don't go. Don't leave. Stay with me. BE with me. I need you…I love you Rogue. But he just couldn't say it. For two years he's been running away from his feelings, this feeling, but it always comes back.
"Ah'm not pushing you fohr anything. Ah told yah Ah'd wait…just not fohrevah" She closed her eyes. She had decided a long time ago that she would wait even if her heart breaks. She does not know for how long she could wait. Forever is infinity of time, which it almost never exist. But as long as her heart could wait even if it is forever, than she would.
As both of them stood holding each other's hand, and their thoughts were on their own, it starts to drizzle. "Remy, it's raining. We should get back to our rooms" and she release her hands from his grip and slip his trench coat over his shoulders. "Good night Remy, Ah'll see yah tomorrow" and she walked passed him to her room.
He stood in the rain and notice that she did not bring her guitar in. Somehow, the instrument made him recall the song she had sang while he stood at the corner of the shadows. The song he thought was more appropriate for him to sing rather than her. He jumps off the balcony and made his way to his room. I will see you tomorrow Rogue.