Logan
I wrote this eeeoooonnnssss ago. It's kind of a Wolvering/Storm story, but kind of not.
Please note that I don't own any of the characters, nor will I ever, but I do own this story. This isn't my first X-Men fanfiction, but it's the first one I'm posting. I'm probably not gonna continue this, unless someone slaps me in the face with inspiration.
Enjoy? :3
Sitting alone in the dark room, sat a grown man. He was curled up in a corner. He was drunk, and he held a beer bottle in his hand. He kept on reliving that last moment with her in his arms. The look on her face, when it was all over, still haunted him.
It was for the better. He reminded himself. She wanted this…
He started bawling. He crushed the beer bottle in his hand, and there were pieces cutting into his skin. He pulled them out, and blood dripped down his hand, then in a few seconds, his hand was back to normal. He wiped the blood off on his ratty jeans. He picked up a larger piece that broke off and held it in his hand. He stared at it, seeing his reflection in the brown-tinted glass.
He grasped the piece of glass in his hand, and he dug it into his skin. He pulled back and he felt nothing. His arm healed, and he did it again, only stabbing into his wrist, trying to feel something else. He pulled the glass out of his arm, and his body had gone numb. His thoughts were racing. Then they suddenly stopped. The only thing he heard was her voice.
Logan.
His vision darkened, and he drifted off into sleep.
He woke up hours later to the sound of a knock on the door. He slowly got up. He stumbled a bit, and then walked over the door. He opened the door, and he saw Storm standing there. He stared at her for a moment.
"Hey," She started, "Everything alright? You look terrible."
"Hm? Oh…I'm fine. Just a bit tired, that's all."
She didn't believe him. She looked behind him, and saw nothing, then at his arm. It was covered in blood.
"Oh my god, what happened to your arm?" She sounded worried now.
He looked at his arm, where he had stabbed it earlier, "Oh that? It's nothing."
He knew he wasn't going to get away with it. Everyone could see what he really felt, and he knew it. But he didn't want her to worry. At least, not worry about him. He was about to close the door, but she pushed it back open.
"Logan, what the hell happened?"
"It's nothing, ok? I'm not in the best mood right now." He realized what he said, and he knew he this wasn't going to end well.
"I know you aren't. That's why I don't trust you. Anything you've been saying like 'I'm ok' or 'nothing's wrong' has been a complete lie. I can see it. Just tell me. What's wrong?"
"You want to know what's wrong?" He raised his voice, "I'll tell you what's wrong. I killed the woman I loved, because she asked me to. I knew it needed to be done. But now, everyone is expecting me to live on with my life. Everyone moves on from someone dying. Well, guess what? I haven't gotten over it. She DIED in my arms. I can't feel ANYTHING. I can't eat, I can't sleep, I CAN'T DO ANYTHING."
Storm was quiet after that. She turned to leave, but he held her back, "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell."
"I know…we all miss her. But, why don't we go somewhere else to talk? I mean, out to eat, or something. Around seven or so?"
He thought for a moment, and replied, "Sure, that sounds good." And for the first time in a long while, he smiled.