"Abhorrence"
By Enemesis Rogue
Every time she looked over in his direction, she wondered if only for a second, if he could ever be hers. As quickly as the thought entered her mind she dispelled it, after all who was she kidding, no one could ever love her. It just wasn't in her destiny. She thought back to the night before and could feel the tears swelling up again. She had been in battle; thinking all the while, if she even felt a need to battle for a cause she felt no affliction towards, in fact she fought for the mere feeling it gave her, letting her know that although she could not touch she was still there, not invisible to the rest of the world; when it had happened. It was a moment when disappearing didn't seem like such a bad idea. It seemed as though her side was losing, not that she even cared, except that it would probably mean extra battle sessions. He swept up behind her, taking her by surprise and he shot his hand up to her face. He held it there for what seemed a millennia, all the while wondering, where was the pain, where were his memories. He then succeeded in dragging her to where the others lay, and it was then that she noticed the thin clear gloves he had been wearing. How stupid had she been to believe that she could touch another without inflicting harm? It was very stupid indeed, bordering on dim-witted. The rest had already been knocked out, yet there she was, allowed to watch, helplessly, as her teammates were thrown into the jet, surely to be taken away to each his or her own nightmare. She didn't care though, at the time she still believed this was all a misunderstanding, that the love of her life hadn't tied her up and thrown her into dark hull of the jet, claustrophobia threatening to seep in, where air couldn't. She looked back and saw how totally moronic she been to not lift her own arms and stop the madness by knocking out the villain. She couldn't because she couldn't very well hurt the one she loved without hurting herself. She knew that when the others awakened she would be the one to blame, that she would be the one ostracized. That is if they woke up, but they had never really cared about her anyway. Well, except one, there had been one who had shown her affection, but surely her act of inadequacy of being a team member would tarnish that affection, and then he would be like the others, uncaring and demanding of her things she would rather not think about. As much as she would like to say that it had been the very man she romanticized over that caused her such anguish, she couldn't because she was the one that was unreachable, untouchable and unlovable, yet she loved him still the same.
And here she was the day later looking through metal bars at the man she loved, acknowledging it finally that she had fallen for the wrong man. There just wasn't a man for her, after all who would love the Rogue. Some would abuse her, take advantage of her, but love her; no the Rogue was simply unlovable and it was time she faced up to that fact.
TBC
A.N. Any idea as to her love is…since I have not as of yet made it clear whom she is talking about, if you have any specific person that you would like to see the love of her life be I am willing to hear suggestions. This is under x-men evolution so there are a bunch of men to choose from, and it does not have to be someone that has been introduced as of yet.
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