Sometimes you meet someone who's destined to change you. It doesn't matter
whether they're friends, lovers, or even enemies. They stay with you. They
teach you something that you needed to know; whether you wanted to know it
or not.
I've met so many people like this, it's impossible to remember them all. I still probably retain whatever it was they taught me, but eventually their faces, once so sharp and detailed, tend to fade into the background. Eventually I forget them completely. That's what happens when you've been alive as long as me.
There is one person, however, who I'm sure will never fade. It's been countless years since I knew her, but I can remember nearly every moment we spent together. I only had her for a short time. The love was always there, it's just neither of us had the brains to run with it. Or guts. I dunno. I regret not acting on it now.
I can't say that I believe in soul mates per say. But I do believe that there are some people your meant to be with. Maybe one above all. Who knows? If there's one thing I believe it's that we humans (or mutants, as the case may be) shouldn't have the audacity to pretend we know the workings of cosmic beings. Sure I don't know who or what the divine is. But I do believe there is one. For one thing, I doubt I wouldn't have gotten this far if there wasn't someone up there looking after me. Plus it'd be way to depressing to go around knowing that you have control of your life. Jesus. Doubt I'd be around if that was the case.
I got sidetracked. Anyway, I guess I better start out the traditional way. This is a story about how I found the love of my life, and let her slip away. It's a story of broken dreams, broken hearts, and those who do their best to mend them. This is a story of a little firecracker who tamed and loved an old man who probably didn't deserve it. But most of all, it's a story of how that old man learned to really love again, after countless broken hearts, and like all good stories, it begins with a "Once upon a time."
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Logan ran. It was all he could do. His legs ached from the hours of running at top speed. He had gotten used to the burning stitch in his side and the cramps running up and down his legs. Blood had congealed on his forehead from the many scratches he received from the branches he pushed through. The cold air jumped down his throat and nipped at his windpipe. He ignored all of this. He deserved it. He deserved every torment, every pain he'd ever had. A broken sob racked his body. What had he done?
When he couldn't run anymore he dropped. He didn't slow down, just dropped where he was. His forward momentum carried him along a few feet, earning him new bruises, scratches and cuts. He lay there, wheezing in the dirt, not having the heart to move. Tears streaked down his filthy cheek, cleaning small lines through the grime and blood. He lay there, letting his body heal slowly, and painfully. He wished that he could just turn off his factor and let himself slowly bleed his life out.
He sat up, calm face except for the bloodshot, teary eyes. He looked at his hands, small pink scars from his claws. Logan growled and popped them. Enjoying the pain. He had done monstrosities with these claws, but nothing so bad as this. The great Wolverine's lower lip trembled. A whimper broke his façade completely. He squeezed his eyes closed, practically invisible lines making themselves known at his grimace. Baring his teeth in disgust he dropped his head.
He now had to decide where to go. They would never accept him at the mansion now, and he wouldn't want to go back. He couldn't stand to be around them. They'd be cold. Especially her. They'd hate him, knowing that he couldn't keep control of himself. Knowing that his self-control was shit. Knowing that he was nothing but an animal. A dumb, violent, evil animal.
He rose. His eyes were a bit harder, his mouth more down-set, and his brows gaining more of a permanent furrow. If anyone had watched him throughout the course of his life, they would notice this happened every time he lost someone he loved. His eyes had gradually become permanently cold, his mouth in a snarl and his face all together miserable. He would get over this, as he had all his prospective or otherwise mates. He always did. But his spirit always suffered.
Jean didn't know this, but when she had turned down his desperate plea for love, she had killed any fragment of hope left in Logan's being. The man that the inhabitants of the mansion had come to know and care for was gone. Wolverine was all that was left.
He took a deep breath and decided. His cabin. He'd go there. The solitude would be good for him. He could get in touch with his darker side, maybe make peace with himself. It was unlikely, but possible.
So he fled his old life, back to an even older one. Soon, the birds that had been disturbed with his passing began to sing again, and the only thing that showed he had been there were his flecks of blood and his imprint in the dirt. An onlooker could compare this to his leaving the mansion, but there was no onlooker. Nobody cared for the Wolverine.
R&R please! My plot bunnies live on praise, They use flames for bunny- litter. So either way I need reviews.
I've met so many people like this, it's impossible to remember them all. I still probably retain whatever it was they taught me, but eventually their faces, once so sharp and detailed, tend to fade into the background. Eventually I forget them completely. That's what happens when you've been alive as long as me.
There is one person, however, who I'm sure will never fade. It's been countless years since I knew her, but I can remember nearly every moment we spent together. I only had her for a short time. The love was always there, it's just neither of us had the brains to run with it. Or guts. I dunno. I regret not acting on it now.
I can't say that I believe in soul mates per say. But I do believe that there are some people your meant to be with. Maybe one above all. Who knows? If there's one thing I believe it's that we humans (or mutants, as the case may be) shouldn't have the audacity to pretend we know the workings of cosmic beings. Sure I don't know who or what the divine is. But I do believe there is one. For one thing, I doubt I wouldn't have gotten this far if there wasn't someone up there looking after me. Plus it'd be way to depressing to go around knowing that you have control of your life. Jesus. Doubt I'd be around if that was the case.
I got sidetracked. Anyway, I guess I better start out the traditional way. This is a story about how I found the love of my life, and let her slip away. It's a story of broken dreams, broken hearts, and those who do their best to mend them. This is a story of a little firecracker who tamed and loved an old man who probably didn't deserve it. But most of all, it's a story of how that old man learned to really love again, after countless broken hearts, and like all good stories, it begins with a "Once upon a time."
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Logan ran. It was all he could do. His legs ached from the hours of running at top speed. He had gotten used to the burning stitch in his side and the cramps running up and down his legs. Blood had congealed on his forehead from the many scratches he received from the branches he pushed through. The cold air jumped down his throat and nipped at his windpipe. He ignored all of this. He deserved it. He deserved every torment, every pain he'd ever had. A broken sob racked his body. What had he done?
When he couldn't run anymore he dropped. He didn't slow down, just dropped where he was. His forward momentum carried him along a few feet, earning him new bruises, scratches and cuts. He lay there, wheezing in the dirt, not having the heart to move. Tears streaked down his filthy cheek, cleaning small lines through the grime and blood. He lay there, letting his body heal slowly, and painfully. He wished that he could just turn off his factor and let himself slowly bleed his life out.
He sat up, calm face except for the bloodshot, teary eyes. He looked at his hands, small pink scars from his claws. Logan growled and popped them. Enjoying the pain. He had done monstrosities with these claws, but nothing so bad as this. The great Wolverine's lower lip trembled. A whimper broke his façade completely. He squeezed his eyes closed, practically invisible lines making themselves known at his grimace. Baring his teeth in disgust he dropped his head.
He now had to decide where to go. They would never accept him at the mansion now, and he wouldn't want to go back. He couldn't stand to be around them. They'd be cold. Especially her. They'd hate him, knowing that he couldn't keep control of himself. Knowing that his self-control was shit. Knowing that he was nothing but an animal. A dumb, violent, evil animal.
He rose. His eyes were a bit harder, his mouth more down-set, and his brows gaining more of a permanent furrow. If anyone had watched him throughout the course of his life, they would notice this happened every time he lost someone he loved. His eyes had gradually become permanently cold, his mouth in a snarl and his face all together miserable. He would get over this, as he had all his prospective or otherwise mates. He always did. But his spirit always suffered.
Jean didn't know this, but when she had turned down his desperate plea for love, she had killed any fragment of hope left in Logan's being. The man that the inhabitants of the mansion had come to know and care for was gone. Wolverine was all that was left.
He took a deep breath and decided. His cabin. He'd go there. The solitude would be good for him. He could get in touch with his darker side, maybe make peace with himself. It was unlikely, but possible.
So he fled his old life, back to an even older one. Soon, the birds that had been disturbed with his passing began to sing again, and the only thing that showed he had been there were his flecks of blood and his imprint in the dirt. An onlooker could compare this to his leaving the mansion, but there was no onlooker. Nobody cared for the Wolverine.
R&R please! My plot bunnies live on praise, They use flames for bunny- litter. So either way I need reviews.