Scott rubbed his temples, feeling caught in a whirlwind of emotion and confusion on par with one created by Storm. He thought he had gotten what he wanted, but now...he just didn't know.
He had met Jean years ago and their love had developed at amazing speed. He was about to ask her hand in marriage when he had showed up.
Everything had changed the moment Logan walked into their lives. Jean had never been the same, clearly falling out of love with Scott and in love with the newcomer. It's not that Scott blamed her, as you can't stop love like that, but...damn, it had hurt when she had walked to his aid that night.
Now that she's back, Jean has become a practically permanent fixture to his side. Scott found that, while he thought he had always wanted it, she wasn't the woman he wanted on his arm anymore.
No, he wanted that beautiful, blonde beauty who had apologized for lying to him right before she exploded right in front of his eyes, saving his long time love's life.
Scott had been willing to risk everything for the redhead who he had known deep within his heart wasn't meant for him. The person who was had been right in front of his face, but his prejudice hadn't been willing to accept it.
His single, greatest regret was not taking the proper initiative to love Emma the way she had deserved to love. Even though she had lied, in his eyes, she had done what she thought was right, even if it was selfish. Maybe he was blinded by a love he wanted, but he believed it.
As he sighed before standing up, he made up his mind to tell Jean she could have Logan. He hoped she would take it well and they could still be friends, like they had been before their relationship, but he didn't know whether Logan would allow it.
Regardless of the consequences, nothing would top the emptiness he now felt being without his other half.
Yeah, I know. It sucked, but to be fair it IS past midnight and I just wanted to write something, no matter how poor of a try and repetative it was.
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