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I never thought that I would fall in love with her. I loved Jean, and I thought I would never feel the same way about anyone else. But I was wrong. I finally figured it all out a few years ago. It had been a year since Jean had really died, and I missed her a lot.

Rogue walked over to where I sat in front of Jean's tombstone, "I thought I would find you out here."

"I don't feel like talking," I replied.

She ignored me and sat next to me, "It's okay to mourn, but you have to eventually begin to live again."

I just looked at her, confused.

She sighed, "Just think about it. She wouldn't want you to spend the rest of your life wishing for something that you never could have. She loved Scott, but she cared about you."

And she walked away. That was my first mistake. I kept on letting her walk away, until she finally thought that I didn't love her. Storm kept trying to convince me to tell Marie how I felt about her.

"Eventually, she's going to give up and move on, and you're going to regret it, Logan," Ororo said, exasperated.

"It's wrong. She's so much younger than me. Marie deserves better," I replied.

Ororo looked me in the eye, "She loves you, and you love her. She thinks that you're still in love with Jean."

"It's better that way," I whispered.

Ororo just shook her head, but she never broached the subject with me again.

Two years ago, Marie found me out in the garden, smoking a cigar.

She gave me a soft smile, "I thought that you would be here."

I looked down at her, "What do you want, kid?"

She winced, "You know, I'm an adult now."

A frown spread across her face, "What's bothering you, Marie?"

Marie shook her head, "Nothing. Bobby and I broke up."

I growled angrily.

She giggled, "We both agreed that it was for the best. He's in love with Kitty, and I realized that I didn't really feel that way about him anymore."

"You're not just saying that to keep from beating him up, are you?" I asked.

Marie smiled, "No. It's nice to know that you care, Logan. I'll see you around."

I watched her walk off to meet up with her friends. She looked so beautiful with the sun shining down on her.

A few months later, I found a letter from her on my dresser.

Dear Logan,

Don't blame yourself for what I'm about to do. I'm just not strong enough to deal with all of this pain. I always loved you. I just wish that you could have felt the same way. I can't stay here anymore. It's too hard to deal with the memories. Don't try to find me or follow me. Even if you do find me somewhere, I'm not going to come back. My home will always be here with all of the people I love. I will always love you. Maybe one day, the pain won't be so hard to bear, and I'll be able to come back. I don't know right now.

I love you,

Marie

It's been two years, and she still hasn't come back. I can't help but blame myself. I should have told her how much I loved her. I saw her a year ago. She saw me and disappeared in the crowd. I wanted to tell her, but I didn't have the courage. I miss her so much. It's not the same here without her laughter and quick wit. Maybe one day, I will find her again, and I'll be able to tell her. I'll always regret the day that I let her walk out of my life for good. I hope she's happy wherever she is. I love you, Marie.