IMPORTANT NOTE: Name has been changed from Eric to John. (As in Pyro. Yes its a Ryro fic people.) Also, I'm not exactly fond of the Evolution version of John and Bobby, so I'm adapting to the movie version one. A mix of Evolution and the movie if that's not too confusing. Anway, enjoy the story.
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I had never thought... that I would fall for you. At first, I didn't think much of you.
There was a new girl on campus. No one noticed her, no one really cared. Simply put, she was just another face in the crowd. Who knows why she came or where she came from. Who cares? Loneliness filled inside her frozen heart but she didn't know the emotion. How could she? It was something she was used to. Loneliness is her companion, her lover, her enemy. She couldn't hate it when she didn't know what else there was. Her world was a fragile bubble on the edge of destruction. A flitting butterfly that danced from the clutches of her mind. Reality vs imagination. The two fused in her world. Everything was real. Everything was fake.
Another girl. Another story out of the millions. Her story is not special. It is the same. Many others have gone through what she has, maybe through worse. Many can relate to the feelings she felt. She was not alone and yet she was. She had always been alone. If you were always alone, how do you know you are lonely? If you never tasted the haunting, needy essences of love, how do you know what love is?
This is her story. Her dreams and hopes. How she discovered love. How she fell utterly and carelessly in love.
This is her story and this is how she lost it all.
"Marie pay attention please. This is the fifth time you've fallen asleep in class. Is my voice that boring to comply any attendance to?"
Opening hazy green eyes, Rogue blinked. Where was she? Oh. School. "Yeah."
Mr. Stonejohn peered over his glasses. "Excuse me?"
Rogue bit her tongue. Crap. She let a thought slip. That's what she got for thinking all the time. "Er, Ah meant, uhm, lahke... ahh... yeah... ugh.. sorry..." she ended lamely. Who gives a shit anyway, she thought bitterly. It's not like I'm gonna use this thing called civics. What the hell is civics anyway. Study of Hondas? Not like I pay much attention in class anyway. Whatever.
She went back to sleep.
'Hey sweetie pie, how's school?'
Rogue held in a smile. 'What you doing still up? Isn't it really late over there...' she texted back through her cell. Her secret smile faded. Warren was someone she met right when she moved to Greenville but he had left shortly due to attending a university in another country. He couldn't visit often but he tried to call everyday despite the large 15 hour difference.
She really missed him.
He was her only friend, the only one to listen to her, the only one to not judge her. He knew her discomfort with touch and respected it. He was always there.
Memories are a terrible thing. When she waved goodbye to the people who were said to be her friends, she was confused. She didn't remember them, yet she knew them. They were a part of a past she didn't want to remember or so she felt. Her green eyes turned downwards. She had dreams. Dreams that disturbed her. Dreams of herself and a silver haired boy. Dreams of the boy she had made the note out to. Dreams of a red-eyed beautiful demon. Dreams of white walls and crushed butterflies. Dreams that did not make sense and made sense at the same time.
That's all they were though. Dreams. Surreal and intangible.
'I miss you.'
She never knew what loneliness was though it wrapped its arms around her and choked her soul like an unweeded garden.
'Love you too baby. I'll call you later tonight.'
She thought she was happy. She never knew John then.
