The forcast didn't call for snow ... or pain.
Ororo Munroe sat on a bench, just outside xaviar's school for the gifted. She sat, watching Jean and Logan as they made out. Her eyes slowly began to turn white. It began to lightly snow, covering the ground in a white powder.
After a moment a hand grasped her shoulder.
Ororo looked at the person and smiled.
It was Scott.
"What are you looking at?"Scott asked.
He followed her gaze a single tear fell down his face."Oh..." He said grimly.
"I'm sorry scott." Ororo called.
"Ororo the forcast didn't call for snow." He said trying to hide his pain.
"... or pain." She said placing her hand on his shoulder. She tried to comfort him.
c/b Nina Rippner