Disclaimer: Don't Own Nadda. Wish I did though.
Creature Comforts
It was an empty room to an outsider, but to her it was a comfort that could never be replaced and that's all it would ever be. Nothing could be done to turn back time and bring him back, though she wished that she could. He left and all that remains is his empty bed, his belongings in a far corner in the room and her rather broken self lying on top of his sheet less bed silently playing with a spare lighter as she stares up blankly at the ceiling. But it's not just a lighter, and it's never going to be an empty room with cob webs growing in every corner and a film of dust littering every counter top. No, for her this room will always be filled memories, however painful at the moment. Painful and nagging with the ever present thought that he's gone and he's not coming back.
How had she the most closed off girl at the mansion, the computer geek with her nose always in a book, the ghost of a girl that could walk through walls, fallen in love with the schools resident arrogant, pigheaded, fire starter with a sarcastic and cocky attitude. Who would've thought that the girl who flew under the radar and the pyromaniac who stood out would become friends and eventually lovers? They say that opposites attract, but she never believed that until the day she met him. Who would've thought that two people looking to get away from a sickening puppy love relationship would end up starting one of their own?
She remembered the stares that they used to get, when they first formed their friendship, as they walked down the halls with him holding that damn making some joke up Professor Scott Summers or old four as he used to call him. She remembers clearly on a few occasion laughing so hard that she phased threw the floor only causing him to laugh harder when she regained solidness. She recalls the nervousness in his usually set sure of himself expression and the anticipation that hung in the air as he leaned in to kiss her, in this room, in this very spot where she lay. She reminisces the times that she would sneak down the halls and into his room so she could crawl into bed with him, those late night visits steadily increased as they started dating. She clearly recalls the first the time that he told he loved her as they lay together with her head on his chest and their limbs fully entangled in one another's. She remembers all the things with regret, knowing that that's all that she'll ever have of him, that and that damn lighter that he left behind, the one that she knows was meant for her. The same one that she holds close to heart while she imagines him beside her, freakishly warm body pressed near hers as he rests his head on her shoulder talking softly to her while rubbing her back.
She sighs defeated as she turns to her side. She had let someone in, had let them cradle her already fragile heart only to have them run away. Here lay a broken girl remembering tattered love, in a room full of painful memories. Letting anguished tears fall freely down her face she moves from her stop on her bed to the door taking one last look at the deserted room in front of her. His love was a creature comfort that she took advantage of and as she closes the door soundlessly behind her she knows that he'll never return. Letting out something of a cross between a sob an a laugh as she walked down the hall now realizing the irony as remembers his favorite saying, 'Don't play with me Kitten, cause I'm fire and if you play with fire you'll end up burned.' Well she had played with fire and now all she is burned.
AN: Sorry if that was all over the place. It's my first Kyro, hell it's my first X-Men fic altogether so be easy on me. Anyway tell me if I did alright 'cause I'm really doubting it.