Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, have legal rights to the characters and places in the following story.

Ever day, she sees me. Heh, thing is, she doesn't see the real me. She sees her friend. The guy that'll do anything for her, at the drop of a hat. She doesn't see the guy who wants to spend every single moment with her. She doesn't see the guy who loves her with all of his heart. At least, I don't think she does. My name is James Madrox, and I'm in love with a werewolf. Well, she's not really a werewolf. She's really a girl who has the mutant ability to turn into a wolf, and also into a wolf/human. Her name is Rahne Sinclair. She's my best friend, and the love of my life.

She smiles at me, a lot. I can see through her smile, sometimes. I know that she's not as happy as much as she wants me to think. I've seen her alone, in her room, crying out to God, asking why she has to be what she is. It kills me to see her like that. But there's nothing I can do. If I told her how I feel about her, then she may never see me the same. Our friendship may be ruined. I'd rather be her friend that nothing at all.

Part of me believes every bit of that. Part of me doesn't, however. Those two parts tell me, exactly, that. They do it so much, that I almost want to hit them. Thing is, I don't know which parts of me they are. There are so many mes within me. Some of them love life. Some hate it. Some even hate me. Some have tried to kill me. I don't think Rahne knows about that, though. I mean, even if she did, she probably wouldn't consider it to be me wanting to kill me. Well, she, may, partially consider that. Seeing as it would be. But those are other mes, and yet the same me.

I hate being a mutant. But, this story isn't about me. Sort of. It is, but it isn't. It's not about me hating me. It's about me, and many more of me, loving a girl who doesn't know who we really are.