Scott had aways been a simple man when it came to dating. Considering hehad only ever dated one woman, it made that alittle easier of a prospect. Jean was his life, and he would have gone the distance no matter how far to make her happy. It seemed like fate had worked out in his favor. Jean was a simple woman.
They were laying on a blanket in the grass near the cliff, watching the pastel sunset. It sounded like a cliche romance novel, but neither of them cared. It fit their love lives perfectly fine.
The sky before them was so perfect, no picture or painting culd do it justice. The yellow-white of the sun was sinking into a sea of red's, orange's, and pink's. It looked as if the angels themselves had fingerpainted the colors with a skill to match God himself.
Jean relaxed her tense muscles even more, feeling her body enjoy the long overdue rest. Scott involuntarily tightened the arm he had around his girlfriend slightly, ejoying the bliss one obtains from being close to someone you truly love. The silence that had been over them started as a lovely blanket, but had since morphed, as all silences seem to, into an awkward bubble no one was sure they should pop.
Jean decided to burst the bubble, in all of its many forms, "Did you love her?"
It took Scott a moment to realize what she was saying, "Love who?"
"Emma."
Whatever peaceful silence of love they had now shattered, not unlike the baseball that had been thrown into one of the kitchen windows earlier in the week. Scott had dreaded this conversation from the moment Emma's diamond form had exploded. It was inevitable that it be said for them to move on, much to the discontent of both parties. He sat up and ran a hand through his brown hair, and faced his redheaded love.
Jean lifted his chin so their eyes met, even through the dark ruby of his glasses, "If you did, that's okay."
"I'm...not sure," Scott said, looking away. "She was there for me after you were gone, offering to help me. Looking back, I was completely stupid to want to remove you from my memories, but she was still willing."
Jean nodded, "It wasn't stupid. It was actually extremely smart, if desperate."
"You have...no idea how much it hurt, when you were gone," Scott replied, his voice cracking. "It felt like someone had ripped my heart out of my chest, leaving me with just enough to know how much I had loved you and make me ache for the rest."
She put a finger to his lips, "I actually can imagine. In fact, I can know. I am a telepath."
"Emma Frost gave me an outlet, but I wouldn't have traded you for anything or anyone."
Jean looked away, her newly long hair blowing across her face with the wind, "Don't say that."
"Why?" Scott asked, brushing the red locks out of her green eyes.
Those eyes were glittering with the unshed tears that expanded the size of her eyes to impossible dimensions, "She could have given you a life without chaos. We all know that's all I seem to be good for."
"Not true," he replied as he let his thumb brush away the bead of salt water that leaked from her right eye. "She could have given me a life, but it would have still had chaos. A different kind perhaps, but still there. Besides, the kind of chaos I find with you is usually caused by the two of us together, or has something to do with the X-men. I wouldn't give that up for anything."
Her eyes pleaded with his, "So you won't be leaving me?"
Scott pulled her close to his chest and held her there, letting tears of his own seep out, "Never, Jean. I love you."
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