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Jeremy stared out over the cliff, letting the cool sea breeze caress his face with its gentle winds. His shoulder length two-toned hair whipped to the back, revealing chiselled and contoured features.
He looks so much like his Dad. The words rang clearly against his eardrums. The words that were so callously spoken had torn him up.
I look a lot like pere. Does it mean I have to be like pere too? A perfect gentleman? A strong person? Thoughts churned and tumbled around in Jeremy's head. He felt immense pressure to be his Dad's substitute.
Every morning, the first thing that I do is to wear the mask, the mask of false expressions. The mask that hides my raw emotions. Everywhere I turn, I see the expectations flickering in their eyes. I turn away yet I can still sense their scrutiny. I pretend that they never affect me either way but they do. They really do, Jeremy thought as he scuffed the gravel with his boot. They really do. And I don't know how much longer I will last before I snap.
A tear trickled and he wiped it off hastily with his head bowed. A few more trickled down and he ignored them.
Somewhere nearby, a lone figure shuffled closer to Jeremy silently. It stopped a few inches short and laid a cold hand on Jeremy's cheek. Jeremy gasped in surprise and stared into a pair of sad eyes.
There was so much love in those eyes.
And Jeremy cried again. The cold hand slid across Jeremy's cheek as if it was silk and cleaned up his tears of sorrow.
Jeremy sobbed for a few more minutes and raised his gaze to look into the ruby-onyx eyes he never thought he would ever look at again. He saw a hint of sadness in those eyes and he brushed off the urge to shed tears again.
"It's not your fault, cher." Remy's smooth baritone voice floated weightlessly in the air. He enveloped his son in a hug and Jeremy burrowed further in the safe haven that shielded him from all the pain the world had.
"I miss you, pere. Why did you have to go?" Jeremy's voice was muffled when he asked.
"Pere misses you too, cher. He misses you so much," Remy said as he tightened his embrace a little.
"Cher, look at me." Jeremy looked up. "Dying is part and parcel of life. If there is a beginning, there must be an ending too. It just happens that dying is it."
"But does it have to hurt this badly?"
"I guess so. That way, we will always remember to cherish others in life because neither time nor death waits for any one." Jeremy sighed unhappily as he realised that what his pere said had a point or two.
"You're going back soon, aren't you?" Jeremy's disappointment-laced tone stated rather than questioned.
"But I still have a few more minutes," Remy said and he smiled down softly at his son.
"Cher, I want you to pay attention to these words, d'accord okay ?" Jeremy nodded and hugged his pere closer.
With Jeremy in his arms, Remy sang ever so softly…
I
hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat
But always keep that hunger
May you
never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever
leave you empty handed
I hope you still feel small
When you
stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes,
I hope one
more opens
Promise me you'll give fate a fighting chance
And
when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance…
I hope you dance…
I
hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never
settle for the path of least resistance
Living
might mean taking chances
But
they're worth taking
Lovin'
might be a mistake
But
it's worth making
Don't
let some hell bent heart
Leave
you bitter
When
you come close to selling out
Reconsider
Give
the heavens above
More
than just a passing glance
And
when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I
hope you dance...
I
hope you dance
I
hope you dance
I
hope you dance
I
hope you still feel small
When
you stand by the ocean
Whenever
one door closes,
I
hope one more opens
Promise
me you'll give fate a fighting chance
And
when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
Dance...
I
hope you dance...
I
hope you dance...
I
hope you dance...
I
hope you dance...
I
hope you dance...
I
hope you dance…
When Remy was done singing the song, he continued holding on to Jeremy, lovingly stroking his copper and white mane.
"Jeremy, pere has to go now," Remy said softly, careful not to jump Jeremy's nerves.
"What? Pere! No!" Jeremy cried out and he clutched onto his translucent Dad. However, Remy easily materialised out of Jeremy's vice grip since he had no real mass.
"Pere! Please don't go! I need you!" Jeremy cried openly, rivulets of tears streaming unchecked and his face was a mess.
Remy felt his heart ached for his little boy.
"Jeremy, listen to me. You don't need me. You are a strong person, cher. A very strong young man. I know you are. You just have to have a little more faith in yourself and open up more to others. They really care for you but that does not necessarily mean they know what's best for you. You must decide for your own and let things work their way. Only then will you be free of this burden that you've been shouldering alone," Remy said calmly to Jeremy, stroking his cheeks in an attempt to soothe his frayed nerves.
Jeremy stared sceptically at his Dad.
"Trust me."
Jeremy was still unconvinced.
"Je promets I promise . Thief's honour." Remy held up two fingers like how a Scout would.
The corners of Jeremy's mouths curled up a little and he nodded. He had a LeBeau's promise, and a LeBeau never breaks his promise.
"I'm okay now, pere," Jeremy said sadly and gave a wan smile.
"Alright, I'll be leaving, cher. Remember what I said and you will be fine," Remy said and hugged Jeremy for a split second before kissing him on the forehead.
Jeremy watched as Remy threw him a last smile before dissolving with the summer breeze. It was hard – very hard – for Jeremy to lose his Dad for the second time but it was something that simply had to be done.
Jeremy squatted and picked up a small rock and palmed it before chucking it far and hard into the crashing waves of the sea below.
Let that be the start of my personality change, Jeremy thought and turned on his heels, walking back to the Xavier's Institute for the Gifted Children with a single goal in mind: To correct the wrongs he had committed.
Author's Note 2: Currently, there are 2 other stories in the works. One is a JeRomy and the other is a Romy. The JeRomy should be completed and posted up by the end of this week.
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