One kiss. One damned, stupid kiss.

It was the stuff of fairy tales, stuff that I always thought was written by authors to make girls turn over tons of cash and read about nothing that could ever possibly happen.

I was wrong.

I was absolutely, inexplicably wrong.

I had thought I knew what love was. I thought I had loved Jean Grey. I was wrong then. The only reason I had searched so hard for her had been to tell her I was sorry. I hadn't known it until I found her.

At least, I hadn't known it consciously. Somehow, I think I always knew Logan was the one Jean truly deserved. He could take care of her in ways I can't imagine. He understands her. He completes her.

I understand that now. I understand what it's like to feel completed by someone else. I felt that when she kissed me...or rather, I kissed her.

Of course, I had still been under the delusion it was Jean at the time, but I quickly realized by mistake. She seemed to know what had happened, not that she was too thrilled about it. I like to tell myself that's because she felt what I didn't know about, but I'm probably wrong about that too.

It took me until that meeting of the lips for my brain to start functioning again. At that point, it was already too late.

Then, all too soon, she was revealed to be the very traitor we had all been unknowingly searching for. She apologized for that. I didn't forgive her.

When I finally did, she was gone, shattered into a million pieces, just like my heart, my soul, my life. When Jean was holding me, all I wanted to do was run around that street and pick up the little pieces of her falling to the ground, but I knew I couldn't. There would have been no point, and if she would have still been alive, she would have probably knocked me upside the head for it.

I quickly gave Jean over to her rightful man and left the place I had once called home on a journey of finding something not of this world anymore. She's not here. My purpose died with her.

Emma Frost stole my heart with one kiss. One damned, stupid kiss.

Not my best material, but I felt like writing a small, angsty piece. Tell me what you think, please!