Title: Tears
Author: IndigoNight
Summary: She knew she wasn't special, or particularly beautiful. But that didn't mean she deserved to be forgotten.
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Pairing: None
Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men or the characters I'm just borrowing them for fun.
Spoilers: Nope
Warnings: None
Author's Note: Random Rogue bit that I got inspired for. Please REVIEW!
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She wasn't a vain girl. She knew she wasn't the fairest maiden in the land. She knew that there was little special about her, at least in the good sense of the term. But there was one thing that she was constantly complimented on. Her eyes. Everyone admired them, telling her how lovely they were, so sparkly and shiny. She would always nod, and smile, and thank them, then they would leave, and she would be alone again.
They never asked her the secret behind her eyes, if they did, she probably wouldn't have told them anyway. Anybody who had known her since she was a child would have known that her eyes had not always sparkled so, but had once been just like everyone else's eyes.
But they sparkled now, constantly. They did not sparkle with life, or happiness, as most would suppose. No, the secret behind her beautiful eyes were the tears. The tears she kept hidden in her heart, the tears that could just barely be seen in the corners of her gaze, the tears she refused to let fall.
She had many reasons for her tears. She was lonely, she was cold, she was lost and hurting. But nobody saw, nobody knew. Nobody looked past her beautiful, sparkling eyes to see the soul within her. That was because they didn't believe there was anything deeper. She was the untouchable girl. You could look, but you couldn't touch. She was a pretty face, a nice body, and glorious eyes. Nothing more, nothing less. Someone to put on a pedestal and gazed at, then in time, forgotten.
So she stood on her small pedestal, she gazed at the world around her with her sparkling eyes. But slowly, day by day, as she was forgotten, her light, that beauty which had drawn people to her, began to dim, as the light of all forgotten things do. But even as her personal light dimmed, her eyes only grew brighter as the unshed tears gathered. But still, she did not let them fall. She never once let a single tear fall.