A/n It has been edited.

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Looking out the window to the front yard, she allowed the first tear to fall for that day since the incident had occurred. The more she thought about it the more the tears began to flow, sighing heavily she bowed her head down and allowed the tears to flow freely. A week before she would have never thought that she would be spending the rest of her life like this.

A triumphant smile was placed upon her lips as she exited the infirmary. She had never felt this excited, elated, and proud; at least not since the day she had finally mastered her powers. When that day had happened for her she never thought that she could possibly be any happier. That is until Beast had let her known the wonderfully exciting news today.

Rogue had an extra bounce in her step as she walked into the room she shared with her two-year boyfriend Remy Lebeau. She walked in as quietly as she could since she knew he had taken over all the danger room sessions for the day, as most of the senior x-men were on a mission and Logan had taken the day off.

The smile began to falter as she had taken a look in the room; on the bed in place of Remy were two duffle bags. Curiosity getting the best of her, she began to go through the belongings in the bags. None of the items were hers, as she straightened herself up Remy walked into the room from their connecting bathroom, an assortment of items in his arms, all of which he dumped into one duffle bag.

"Where're you going?" Rogue asked in her southern drawl hoping the hurt wouldn't be evident in her tone. Why would he leave without talking to her about it first? He always talked to her before he left, knowing how important communication was in their relationship, neither of them ever left without having a small discussion about it first.

"Remy be leavin'." He said emotionless, avoiding eye contact.

Rogue was taken aback by both his tone and his speech, for as long as she could remember, he never spoke third person to her. One day she had finally asked him while they were lying together after an afternoon of affections.

"Rems, why don't you talk third person to me?"

Remy tightened his arms around her waist and nuzzled his nose into the back of her neck. "Because, if I talk to you in third person. I'd be talkin' to you like you be anyone else. To moi mon cherie, you be too special to be treated like everyone else." He spoke in his sexy Cajun accent. As absurd as it had seemed, it did make her feel special, even more so when it had become obvious to the others around them.

The sound of the duffle bags being roughly zipped shut brought her back to the moment. "Sugar, you never told me you were going anywhere." She spoke as calmly as she could as Beasts warnings were still fresh in her mind, no stress physically or mentally.

"That be because it won't matter to you." he spoke as he walked to their walk-in closet with Rogue following closely behind.

"Why wouldn't it matter to me? Everything that involves you matters to me." she finally took a look at the closet, it seemed so bare, there was no way that all of his clothing and personal items could fit in those two duffle bags.

"Because the other day you tell Remy that what you do don't concern Remy, so what Remy do now know longer matters to you." He spoke dispassionately, as he roughly tugged on his trench coat the only item that had been left of his in the closet.

With his coat on he grabbed his bags and left the room without another word, if he stayed with her a moment longer he would hold her and never leave. He had hoped to be gone before she came back he wasn't ready to face her. He had to keep face though, for her sake.

It had taken Rogue a minute to finally remember what day he had been talking about then it all came back to her as if she drained her own memories. Her mind flew through the memories from three days ago. She had been on her way out of town for an appointment with a special doctor Beast had set her up with.

It was scheduled early in the morning so Ororo and Kitty were taking her in the Blackbird. As she was about to walk out of the bedroom door Remy had awoken and asked her where she was going leading to an argument that could've been easily avoided, but only if she didn't want it to be a surprise. He had completely caught her off guard, so she had gone back to her old routes and just got angry, yelling that what she did in her life no longer concerned him. She slammed the door for the proper effect and nearly cried all the way to the appointment luckily Kitty had been there to comfort her.

It was just a big misunderstanding, she had planned everything so perfectly and it was all being blown up in her face. Rogue spun on her heel to race after him, she couldn't, wouldn't allow him to leave her like this at least not without a proper explanation, because they had come so far together.

She had finally caught up to him in the garage where he was loading up the duffle bags in his black GMC Yukon. Taking a glance at the back seat she saw boxes which explained where the rest of his stuff was.

"So you're just going to leave me after one stupid fight? You're just going to give up?"

"Oui."

It had been so long since she had to hide her emotions from him, but no matter how hard she tried she bet that he could still read her like a book even without his empathy.

"Cajun, the last time we had a fight was months ago, and it wasn't even that big. Now you're tellin' me that after one fight you're running away."

"Oui."

His body language screamed determination, and she knew quite well that when he was determined nothing could get in his way. She wouldn't let him leave though, he may be stubborn, but she could be just as equally stubborn as he was, maybe even more so.

Leaning against the driver's door she crossed her arms and stared him in the eye. "Why aren't you willing to work this one out?"

"What's it matter to you? Now move so Remy can leave." That only strengthened her reason to stay put. Something was so off about him, all this couldn't have just been because the one fight they had.

"Tell me. Talk to me please"

"Non."

"Why?"

"What difference does it make if you know de reason?"

"Because then I know that there might be a chance that this can be fixed."

"That don't matter now! There be no way that this can be fixed Rogue. There's nothing to fix!" it would be easier for him to walk away if he was angry, if he let the natural strength come through the emotion, he knew without the anger he would falter. Looking into those beautifully trusting green eyes he knew he wouldn't be able to walk away if he didn't force the emotion.

"What are you talking about? We have the strongest relationship known to this mansion! How can it not be fixed?" her calm demeanor and stubbornness had shed and been replaced with anger and frustration, he was never one to walk away so fast. Even in his most angry state he just blasted cards in the air and worked through it with her.

"Because Remy don't want it to be fixed!" he couldn't stand to see the hurt in her eyes as he said the words. It killed him to see what he was doing to her, but he knew it was necessary, he had to do it otherwise he couldn't bear to think what might happen to her if he didn't walk away now.

Rogue couldn't believe her ears, had the vehicle not been behind her she would have fallen backwards. After a few minutes of silence she was the first to speak

"Why?" Her voice was barely a whisper. It seemed that only one word in the softest tone imaginable had finally broke him.

Looking away, glancing around, then finally locking eye contact and holding her soft hands in his own rough ones, did he give her an answer.

"B'cause Remy knows about what you been doing for de past three weeks." Rogues eyes widened in surprise, if this were true then shouldn't he be happy? He continued to speak. "And Remy can't handle betrayal again, Remy don't want to hear any more lame excuses. You of all people Rogue should've known that Remy can never go through betrayal again. Remy been betrayed one too many times Rogue, from de family, from Belle, but Remy can't handle it from you. Remy's walkin' away before it can be fixed only to have Remy resent you in de end."

Placing a light lingering kiss on her forehead he knew she would never cheat on him, but he had to do things right, he had to make sure she never knew the real reason why he was leaving her, why he had to leave to make sure she was safe.

Feeling his heart break as he pulled away from her as he gently tugged her away from the car. She was too shocked to fight him. Before he closed the car door she swore she heard him say he loved her.

Looking back she realized that her actions were unfair to him especially after he had opened up to her and shared his past with her. Telling her of the betrayals from Belladonna, the woman he thought he loved before he met Rogue. He told her of how he learned that his father only loved his power and not he himself. How his family were ready to throw him into a loveless marriage for the sake of the guilds with no qualms of Remy's feelings.

Putting herself in his shoes and seeing things from his point of view she could see why he thought she was walking down the same path as everyone else in life was, but it pained her to accept that as the truth. There had to be more for him to leave so abruptly, without any understanding or concern that he always seemed to show when she was involved, regardless of his own feelings. She knew in the end she brought this upon herself, the sneaking around, always brushing him off or pushing him away. It looked exactly as he thought it was.

Rogue pushed herself away from the front window, wiped her tears away and began to make her way to the kitchen.

After Remy had left her, Logan found her balled up on her bed hugging Remys pillow. They had a long talk since he had known about everything, he, Professor Xavier, Ororo, Kitty and Beast were the ones who had known at the time. After a long group discussion, when they came back from their mission, they reluctantly agreed for her to leave the mansion. The reason they agreed with her was because she had told them she would never be able to move on. If she was to stay in the place that held all the precious memories she shared with Remy she would never be able to move on completely and focus on her future.

They had quickly helped her move into a home most suitable for her situation as well as fairly close to the mansion. Close enough for anyone to help her while allowing her the space she needed to move on. Her home was a small ranch style home fully furnished with comfort and style.

She slowly made her way into her warmly spaced kitchen and grabbed herself a small carton of ice cream from her stainless steel freezer drawer beneath the double fridge doors. Grabbing a spoon from the drawer from the island counter she walked through the opening to her sitting room overlooking her deck and back yard. Settling herself on the couch she began to eat the ice cream out of the carton. She looked passed the cold comfort down to her abdomen. "Looks like it's just us now."