Disclaimer: I don't own X-men... I just like writing about them.
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Auburn with white streaks; what an amazing color for a woman's hair. Cherry red lips with emerald eyes, almost resembling the color of granny smith apples. Now, I don't usually talk about a person that way, but this woman is truly remarkable.
I learned to see her through my red shades, since it was a constant thing because I literally have the looks that kills, but she loves me either way. I felt that we were on the same page because she also literally has the touch that kills.
She knew how I felt not being able to grasp onto something much like a simple handshake or to actually watch the different hues of a simple sunset.
Jean was nothing compared to my dream woman. In a way, I was heartbroken that Jean left with Logan out of the blue, but it gave me a chance to win over my angel.
My Rogue.
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This was something I had lying around and thought it would be cool to publish. :-)
As for my other story, I will continue it when I can. I promise.