A/N This is my first x-men flick so be gently.
Disclaimer: right as if.
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To not be loved
Chapter 1
Watching him grieving for some one she could never be was tearing her up inside. She didn't realize she was this self-centred before, wishing she were the one dead and rotting at the bottom of the lake instead of Jean. Why? Just so she could be the one that he was grieving over this way. She was sick. Oh how rogue wished that she could blame her twisted mind on those who she had 'sucked' the life out of. There was no hiding the fact that these thoughts was all her own. Rogue snapped out of her musing and looked at the people who surrounded her. It is meant to be a funeral for jean but being as there was no body to bury, it all seemed a waste of time to the Rogue. She shakes her head in distaste as she eyed Kitty and Jubilee hanging on to each other as they cried. It was just too sad and pathetic to look upon. She eyed the man she wanted to love her back. Logan, the man that was meant to be the most impassive person to come across was crying and what for? A woman he could never have. He could have her, well he couldn't touch her skin but still he could have her love for him. Rogue looked around once more and fount that the Professors blue eyes was on her. She didn't feel like talking or looking at that interfering old man. So the Rogue raised her eyebrow at the bold man before leave the mourners for the comfort of her room.
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It had been three months since the so-called 'funeral' and every one was still mourning over the dead red head. Rogue sat in her room looking out the window that over looked the front of the institution. Institution, that was an interesting name to call this place. Made it sound like a prison or a mental hospital. And like any other prisoner, Rogue wanted to escape. Rogue couldn't understand how Logan could still be grieving over jean. Its not like they would be a lot of her to grieve over now, being underwater for almost 4 months cant be to good for your skin. It would be 'wearing' away. Fish might even be eating her. Nothing but bones will be left soon. Rogue wonder if jean still had the red hair that Logan loved. She was getting too twisted now, feeling bitter over a dead body. She needed to get away from it all. Free her mind of all these horrid thoughts. How Rogue longed to be Marie again, almost as much as how she longed for Logan to love her back.
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A/N. And that my little kiddies was chapter 1. Now I really would like your comments on what you think of it. As I wrote this in my insomnia state and if you want more I will be glad to oblige.
Disclaimer: right as if.
~~~~~*~~~~~~
To not be loved
Chapter 1
Watching him grieving for some one she could never be was tearing her up inside. She didn't realize she was this self-centred before, wishing she were the one dead and rotting at the bottom of the lake instead of Jean. Why? Just so she could be the one that he was grieving over this way. She was sick. Oh how rogue wished that she could blame her twisted mind on those who she had 'sucked' the life out of. There was no hiding the fact that these thoughts was all her own. Rogue snapped out of her musing and looked at the people who surrounded her. It is meant to be a funeral for jean but being as there was no body to bury, it all seemed a waste of time to the Rogue. She shakes her head in distaste as she eyed Kitty and Jubilee hanging on to each other as they cried. It was just too sad and pathetic to look upon. She eyed the man she wanted to love her back. Logan, the man that was meant to be the most impassive person to come across was crying and what for? A woman he could never have. He could have her, well he couldn't touch her skin but still he could have her love for him. Rogue looked around once more and fount that the Professors blue eyes was on her. She didn't feel like talking or looking at that interfering old man. So the Rogue raised her eyebrow at the bold man before leave the mourners for the comfort of her room.
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It had been three months since the so-called 'funeral' and every one was still mourning over the dead red head. Rogue sat in her room looking out the window that over looked the front of the institution. Institution, that was an interesting name to call this place. Made it sound like a prison or a mental hospital. And like any other prisoner, Rogue wanted to escape. Rogue couldn't understand how Logan could still be grieving over jean. Its not like they would be a lot of her to grieve over now, being underwater for almost 4 months cant be to good for your skin. It would be 'wearing' away. Fish might even be eating her. Nothing but bones will be left soon. Rogue wonder if jean still had the red hair that Logan loved. She was getting too twisted now, feeling bitter over a dead body. She needed to get away from it all. Free her mind of all these horrid thoughts. How Rogue longed to be Marie again, almost as much as how she longed for Logan to love her back.
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A/N. And that my little kiddies was chapter 1. Now I really would like your comments on what you think of it. As I wrote this in my insomnia state and if you want more I will be glad to oblige.