Rated: T

AN: Slightly AU; Jean and Emma were formerly friends in this.

~Not mine, never will be. Just borrowing them from Stan Lee. Song written by Stephen Shwartz

~~~~~Thoughts are bolded, Lyrics are italicized, and things to be emphasized are underlined.~~~

"I'm sorry, Jean."

She snapped impatiently, "Oh, shut up, Scott. You aren't either." Jean Grey furiously stormed away, vivid red hair bouncing. She looked behind herself once she was a few yards away.

Fresh tears stung her emerald eyes as she saw Scott, the man she thought was the love of her life, holding the hands of Emma Frost as they gazed into each other's eyes.

Hands touch

Eyes meet

Sudden silence

Sudden heat

Jean could almost hear Emma's heart race. She forced herself to stay out of their thoughts, knowing she would only be upset more. Lucky brat, she couldn't help but think. With a sigh, she resigned herself to the fact that he simply didn't love her the same way anymore.

Hearts leap in a giddy whirl

He could be that boy

I'm not that girl

I've got to stop getting my hopes up, she realized sadly.

Don't dream too far

Don't lose sight of

Who you are

Don't remember that rush of joy

He could be that boy

But I'm not that girl

Maybe I'll just forget him… This earned another sigh. Who am I kidding? I wonder what would be different if I'd… A sharp stab of pain seemed to pierce through her as she realized nothing would change with "what if's"…

Oh every so often we long to steal

To the land of what might have been

But that doesn't soften the ache we feel

When reality sets back in…

Emma laughed and smiled while talking with Scott. Another round of tears threatened to fall; Jean blinked them back angrily. She gets everything…

Blithe smile, lithe limb

She who's winsome… she wins him

Gold hair with a gentle curl

Is it her hair? Her perfect figure? Why does he love her?

That's the girl he chose… and heaven knows

I'm not that girl

Jean choked back a sob. How could he choose her? Maybe I'll actually stop getting my hopes up?

Don't wish

Don't start

Wishing only wounds the heart

I really wasn't meant for this, was I?

I wasn't born for the rose and pearl…

I thought I knew her… "It's over," she whispered decisively. "He had to choose, and he didn't choose me. It's that simple."

There's a girl I know

He loves her so…

I'm not that girl……

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