I watched him stuff his some possessions into a satchel. He had little possessions; he never lingered for long in the same place.
"Where are you going?"
"Where do you think?"
Jean. That's all he ever thought about. I loved Jean, she used to be my best friend but I can't help feeling envious. Who would've thought that the mighty Goddess would fall to her knees for a man like him?
"She's gone, Logan. She's not coming back," I tried not to sound bitter.
"You don't know that."
"She killed the professor," I insisted.
"It wasn't Jean. The Jean I know is still in there," he defended her. It hurt so much. Why did he have to do this?
He moved to walk away, I couldn't let him. I couldn't.
"Listen, why can't you see the truth? Why can't you just let her go?" I blocked the doorway with my body. He spun me around and pinned me against the door. He was so close, my heart was out of control. I tried to breathe but his eyes wouldn't leave mine. The dark brown, burning with anger and desire. His hands dug into my shoulders, the pain blurring my eyes.
"Because... because..." he struggled to speak.
"Because you love her." I whispered. The pain in my voice was more than obvious. His face was so close to mine. It tore at my heart, the constant rejection. He was my best friend now, he was meant to care for me. So, why did he put me through so much pain? With her I was pulled to the sidelines, I didn't matter.
I kept telling myself that, but his face moved closer, embracing my lips. He kissed me with so much passion but tears fell out of my eyes. It wasn't me he was thinking of when he kissed me, it was her. I knew that, but I couldn't help but kiss back.
I was immobilised. The carvings on the door were digging into my back but he kept pressing against me. Finally, he broke away. We were left gasping for air.
His eyes lingered on mine for a moment before he was gone, out the door. He left me for her. He always will.