Title: The day the helmet went on, was the day he was most alone.
Warning: Language
Disclaimer: Me no own, you no sue.
Putting the helmet on – it was the ultimate act of betrayal in his eyes.
Alone.
You'd never felt it as vividly as you had at that very moment.
Ever since Charles had dove into the water to save you, he had been with you. His mind lightly brushing against yours – a presence you found soothing and addictive.
So, yeah, as the helmet slid into place, you felt the loss.
Forgive me, Charles.
You know he doesn't hear you.
"No, Erik! Don't do this, no!" you bang your hands against the window, trying to get back to him.
You promised that he'd never be alone again and damn it all if you're not one to keep your promises. So yeah, just like the lab rat Erik named you, you fought against the inevitability of your failure - scratching and tearing and raging at the void that held Erik's mind.
But, it's useless; the man was lost to you. And, in your world of everyone, you've never felt so fucking alone.
End.