UM...HOPELESSLY IN LOVE WITH THE WRONG TYPE HAS BEEN DELETED, ALONG WITH MANY OF MY OTHER STORIES; AND THIS IS MY LAST ROLO FIC, AND X-MEN FIC FOR A WHILE. THANKS ANYWAY FOR READING, THIS IS SAD BTW.
Tired-by PS
She's tired of it.
She's tired of doing the same old thing everytime.
She doesn't want to hide anymore, and it's killing her on the inside.
Everytime that she has to sneak around the campus, going into his room, her eyes not adjusting in the dim light, but, he kisses and strokes her anyway.
She's tired of him entering her and scratching her with no love or consideration.
She want out.
There's really only one way.
She's not that desperate yet though, she's only just reached the breaking point.
It's not past it yet.
She enters his room that night, letting the sounds of his breathing and the slide of his calloused fingers against her satin skin soothe her into a false sense of security.
She holds back a cry as he rips of her night gown, the sound of tearing silk filling her eardrums. She tries to focus on breathing, not the sound of his grunting rutting, or the feel of his heavy length tearing her insides.
She lets him finish, she lets him pat her on the head and mumble the words, "you can go."
But she doesn't, she stays and turns on the lamp by his bed.
He flinches away from the light, glaring at her, "What the fuck are you doing?"
She stares at him with sad eyes, and when she finally speaks her voice is tired, just like her soul, "I can't do it anymore Logan, I refuse to."
He looks at her and laughs, the sound is hollow to her, "oh baby, you can't escape me; there's only one way to do that, and you won't do it."
She gives an empty smile and walks over to the open window, looking out sadly, "you'd be surprised Logan."
And Ororo Munroe lets herself fall out the window, not bothering to manipulate the wind as she falls down the seven stories...
She's not tired anymore.
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