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"You're gonna live a lot longer than I will, you know that, right?"
"We're not talking about this right now."
"It's true though. Sometimes I think I've got it easier."
"Jubilee…"
"I don't have to watch you go. You'll always be the one left standing."
"Not always, Darlin'."
"That's only if you do something stupid though. You've literally got hundreds of years, you know? What's that like? To have forever?"
"Lonely. Can we stop now?"
"I'm sorry. I'd spend it with you if I could."
"I know, Darlin'."
They tell him it was fast, but he knows better. A car crash like that leaves people bleeding and in pain, mangled. Things like that are never instant. But then, the end is only instant for the lucky ones. After she had gone and survived far more dangerous scenarios, a simple car crash had taken her from him. It wasn't right.
He knows she was proud of the way she lived, that's not what he's sad about. He knows she loved with all she had, lived every day as if it were her last. But now she's gone and it's something he doesn't want to think about, to talk about, to feel. Because no matter how much she lived and loved and had, she still should have had more. Every day, more.
Wolverine would have given anything for her to live forever. And selfishly so. Strictly for himself and his own loneliness. Because he will be lonely without her. Empty without her.
He thinks of the conversation he had with her only a week ago and wonders if she knew. It doesn't matter, nothing really matters, but it's something he feels so consumed by. Every moment they've spent together flashes across his line of vision. He wants it to stop, but doesn't at the same time.
He'll die slowly every day without her, a different kind of death but death all the same. Forever just got a lot longer.
End.