DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING MARVEL

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Confessions of a Broken Heart…

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She couldn't stomach the reflection in the mirror. The sight before her. Oh Lawd it feels like ma heart is gettin' ripped out.

When his eyes connected with hers all she could think was run, but her legs couldn't move…so-

'BAMF'

"MERDE…"

Gambit.

So how does it feel?

To know that you've won…that you're the first and only person to fuck the untouchable? I've gotta admit…you're good. Real good at what you do, thief of hearts, because you've got mine…and I feel like such a fool…is this how every other woman feels?

I can't breathe…

gloat all you want, if satisfaction is what you craved, here it is. Written proof that you've won the game. The gamble. The challenge. The Conquest. Yes, I gave in…and under false pretenses. But I'm a woman of my word and yes I LOVE YOU. I made love to you no matter how one sided it was. There is so much Ah wanna say to you but I don't think my hand can write, I'm shakin' so bad.

So this is it, I don't have to ask if you ever did love me just a little, I know my answer…lesson learned shugah.

Lesson well learned, don't gamble with a gambler. Anyway, thank you.

Thank you for teaching me touch…I've dreamed of that one moment…and it was all that I could hope to feel and more…

Thank you for teaching me touch,

and that TOUCH---HURTS.

Once Again Betrayed, Once Again Alone, & Broken

Anna Marie (ROGUE) Darkholme

Anna sealed the envelope shut with the Queen of Hearts card he had given her encased within. Barely able to contain the sobs of anguish as furious tears splashed onto the envelope. Through blarry vision she placed the envelope addressed to GAMBIT on her bed. She roughly swiped at her tears and took a deep breath. She focused all of her energy on all of her belongings in her room and with a 'BAMF' she was gone. No trace of there ever being a ROGUE in the now empty and desolate room that she once inhabited save the letter.

She should have known…

How could she not?

He never claimed to be faithful, in fact he clearly stated he wasn't capable of doing so!

She knew from his memories how many women he'd had, even married and he would not, could not stay faithful!

He was unfaithful. Period.

He exuded it! For chrast sakes! Flirtin' with every woman he came into contact with within a hundred mile radius! Maybe even more?

But how could she help herself? With her it was somehow different than with the rest, she could feel it, others could see it. Maybe they were all blind but…

The heart wants what it wants and at least she knows. She can't regret it. She refuses to make excuses for decisions she makes. She is a woman who talks the talk and walks the walk. And she can take whatever the world throws at her!

After all, she's had a hard life full of hard lessons. Betrayal after betrayal.

She ought to be used to it, expect it, but it doesn't mean it hurts any less…

Remy Etienne Lebeau. The Prince of Thieves. Le Diable Blanc. Gambit. The King Of Hearts. Come on! With names like that and the rep. he's built for himself!

He was sin personified! Rugged looks, a face well defined. His eyes always held a laughter and at the same time edged with danger. The eyes of the devil but the most beautiful eyes I have ever set my sight upon…his lips were sinful and kissable. The power to entrance and capture you, soothe you and make you tremble in fear and desire. His body was made to tempt and exude sex. He was Naughty. And he was a good man all in all. He was dangerous, hard, rugged, worn by life. Yet he was also a lover, tender, warm, and heartful maybe thanks to his Tantie Mattie. Along with that he was a heart breaker, silver tongued, suave and smoothe. A gentleman and a playboy. How can a man be both at the same time! It's no wonder they always had such spectacular verbal assaults.

They were very alike in many ways.

She's absorbed him before…she knew all of him…that's how she had started to fall.

She accepted him faults and all because she had done many things she too was ashamed of. He had had almost a parallel life identical to hers. So she could sympathize and understand him. He hadn't known about her past but he was never afraid to touch her, pursue her, try to befriend her. She adored and feared his brash and boldness but always told him to fuck off cause she knew his type…yet she hoped maybe she really was different. Certainly her situation was.

But then again, that's what made her all the more enticing raght?

Once he'd had her…it was the same as all the rest.

Anna Marie sighed quietly to herself, tonight she would weap. Relent to the skies about another betrayal.

Then tomorrow would be another day.

She was Rogue, and she had learned to deal long ago.

Sure she was distant and closed off, but not to those that mattered. She was a kind soul that only stayed closed to others for their safety. She couldn't touch so she had been bitter, but now she could…she was a mutant but she never asked why. She was a woman who accepted people for whom they were.

She was strong and would continue to be…but tonight she was a broken girl again.

Another hap that is going to make her skin tougher.

Tonight she would cry herself to sleep, willing herself to let go. Because sure she's had her share of betrayal, betrayal by loved ones even, but betrayal by your first…your first true love at that…wow.

Tomorrow she'd call Wanda, Lexa, Emma, Betsy, and Kitty. They were her best friends, all of them could sympathize with her in matters of the heart and betrayal.

Then she'd spend sometime with Kurt, Bobby, and Pietro. Maybe even call Angel? They were her best guy friends, always jokin' and pullin' shit. She could definitely use a good laugh.

Perhaps after that she'd spend the day with Logan, Hank and Orroro. Her father figure, best uncle, and mother figure.

Last she would tell the professor of all her plans and inform him to tell no one of where she's gone. Tell her loving mentor and grandfather figure thanks for all he had done for her, for giving her a second chance, a family.

For having faith in her, a once lost and faithless mercenary. She was the second best killer and probably one of the futures top five most powerful mutants. Irene always told her she'd have a hard life, and it was just beginning.

After tomorrow she would leave her family again, for the fourth time. Where she was goin'?

Muir Island. Where no one would find her.

To start the healing.

Start a new.

These are the confessions of my broken heart.

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A/N: This isn't a one-shot and I know I've got to really update my other stories but I had to post this before I forgot this lil heart breaker. T

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