Because I don't own this, I have to tell you at least as much.
Too Close to Me.
"I don't think it right for us to be together." He doesn't say it, but he thinks it, no matter what it is he feels. With her, it is all he has to do is think. Her perfume reaches his nostrils, the delicate nuance of vanilla bringing him excitement and comfort at the same time. She feels it herself, that right now, at this time, to be together would be wrong, but the attraction feels undeniably right.
The wind moves over her kiss swollen lips, cooling them slightly. Her body rises slightly as he touches her face, more in love than at any time any man can remember.
"But, I love you." She whispers over the chilled fall wind, her hair crossing her face as she looks down. The newly fallen leaves, not yet ever dampened with a morning dew swirl around them almost as though due to some unnatural force, and with her here, that could be correct. "This isn't easy."
"It's not easy for me, but you have to think about Scott." He tells her, wishing she wouldn't stand so close to him, but at the same time, just wanting her closer. He wants to feel her body pressed against him, if only to warm his skin against the cold. "I wanted things to be different."
"Why should I think about Scott?" She looks up at last. "He's moved on, he's got Emma." He wants to kiss those bruised red lips again, her hair is catching the fiery glint of the setting sun as it turns the ground below them a brazen yellow.
"The ring around your finger says different. You've not taken it off." He says in hushed tones, almost as though saying it won't make it so. "Besides, you need someone your own age." He feels like crying inside, having to let the love of his nearly eternal life go, perhaps the only other person in the world that could understand him. "I promise I'll always be here for you."
"You shouldn't make promises like that." She laughs slightly as the green in her eyes shows particularly well in the remnant sunlight. "And, I only wear this ring because he won't take it back."
"So leave it on the dresser stand if you don't think you and Scott can patch things up. I don't want to be second choice." Logan sniffs as he lights his cigar. "Now get going, Scott's going to start to wonder."
"You aren't second choice, Logan!" She bellows. "Scott just came along first. He'd been so much I couldn't leave him, it wasn't right!" She calms down. "Besides, he's with Emma tonight. He said he had some research on a mutant problem to do, but I can't believe him. He doesn't even pretend to care anymore."
"I noticed that when you two said good by, but you still kissed him, and what did he call you Jean?" He asks as he slumps against a tree. "It wasn't dear or honey or even Jean, What was it Jean?"
She pauses, unsure of how to answer. "Logan, I…" She twists the band of metal on her left hand finger.
"Jean?" He half asks. "What did he call you?"
"Wife." She whispers barely audible. "Just "Wife"."
"And you still want to stay with him while playing footsie with me under the table." He states bluntly as he looks away. "I'm not that kind of man."
"I know your not. And what we just stopped ourselves from doing isn't a game of footsie, Logan." She places her hand on his shoulder. "Look at me, Logan."
"No, because if I do, I'm going to do something I'll never forgive myself for, and you're too much of a good person to have to wake up every day facing what I'll do." He moves away from her and her intoxicating perfume. "You're better than Scott, Jean. I won't help you fall." He puffs again. "Remember when Magneto ripped the adamintium from my bones and I about died on that plane coming home, but you reached out and brought me back? I'm reaching out to bring you back."
"Logan, I don't love him the way I love you. You understand me, and Scott never has." She pleads with him, the wind catching her hair again, making refusing to look at her difficult, if not impossible. "This is what I think of his ring." She places it on the ground for him to see the light of the sun sparkling off it and she walks away from him. "Let it go."
"Jeannie, I'd love you forever if you would ever let me." He tells her, not realizing that she's gone until he hears no response. He sees her ring though as to grows cold on the ground and the sun sinks to sleep behind the mountains behind him. He thinks he can catch up with her, but she must have flown. He looks off the edge of the hill to see her land at the bottom, her aura of fire lighting her way as she goes. He could smack Scott right now as even in the distance he can see her cry, but he can't go to her. He goes home another way as she slinks to the ground weeping. Somehow, he knows she heard what he said, but doing what's right and doing what feels right comes at two different costs. And this day, doing what's right cost him more and her more than either could afford.