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The mansion was empty when she got back. It was eerie how silent the huge building could be. Slowly the girl ascended the stairs, heading to her room first. Of the three beds in there, hers was the barest. Plain bedding, the one pillow she had received when she first arrived. Her dresser was just as barren of personality, holding two pictures and a small collection of makeup.

She set her mostly empty duffel on the bed before picking up the pictures, a sad smile lighting her face. Before she could begin reminiscing she took the pictures from their frames and slid them into two books which she placed in the duffel, followed by the remainder of her clothes and possessions. It still wasn't much, only taking up half the bag.

It hadn't taken her long to fully remove signs of herself from the room. After she finished she headed off to another hall and another room to wait for its owner to return. She didn't sit and contemplate her decisions; she had made her choice and was determined to live with it. She also turned down the idea of leaving him a note, but decided talking was better. Talking left no room for miscommunications.

She sat on his bed for several hours, patiently waiting for his return. The roar of a jet overhead caused her to tense up. They'd come home and it was time for her to leave. It didn't take long for her boyfriend to make his way to his room. He froze when he opened the door and saw her sitting on his bed. He didn't see the bag sitting beside her though, he was more focused in looking for her hands, which she kept tucked in her coat pockets.

"Rogue, you came back!" Bobby exclaimed, somewhat happily, before reaching for her still hidden hand. "Did you-"

"No, Bobby, Ah didn't go through with it," she said as she pulled her gloved hands out for him to see.

"Rogue, I didn't want this, either way," he said slowly.

"No, this was for me. Had Ah taken the Cure it would have been for me, not for anyone else. Ah did manage ta think some things through while Ah was gone though."

"What are you talking about?"

"Bobby, Ah'm breaking up with ya. Ya deserve something more than Ah can offer."

"No, Rogue, please don't. We can work this out."

"No, we can't work this out cause Ah'm leaving."

"What? Why?"

"This place ain't mah home. It's never been mah home. Ah need ta find mah own way now."

"We're you're family Rogue. This place will always be your home."

She just smiled sadly and shook her head at him. He tried holding her but she pushed him away and grabbed her bag. His face looked forlorn as she left him in his room. Others in the hall noticed her and called her name but she ignored them. She refused to look back.


The garage was empty when she walked in, making it easier for her to strap her bag onto a motorcycle and wheel it to the door. A sound at the other door caused her to look back and see Logan standing there, the same sad look in his face that pervaded the others of the mansion after the professor's death. She briefly waved goodbye to him before starting the motorcycle and tearing off the mansion grounds. She had no time for regrets; she had her own life to start.

A/N: So it took some debating but I decided to start a chapter fic. Reviews are nice and I'm willing to listen and incorporate other ideas if someone feels it will make the story better.

Medic