I didn't mean to go right by her room. In fact I usually made a point of avoiding her room; I didn't want to disturb anything. Her room was on the right side of one of the long corridors of this place. It didn't really matter which one, it was there. That made this corridor the most important in this mansion. I pushed against the rich mahogany of the door, and it opened onto a world of bittersweet memories. On the far side a bed sat underneath a window that overlooked onto the grounds. She always loved the view of the gardens. We used to run around them in the summer playing games and having water fights. A tall bookshelf was by the wall on my right. I remember a thunderstorm and sitting on her bed reading through a lots of those books, because there was nothing that we wanted more than to be lost in those stories together. An old teddy bear was on the shelf, one of its buttons was coming loose from a little girl clutching it tight each night.

I wheeled myself around the room, drowning in memories and the colour blue. My gaze came to rest on a faded picture of a young boy and girl, only about 12 years old. However this picture was wrong. The girl had bright blonde hair and blue eyes and the boy had an empty expression on his face. I felt strange looking at it. Behind the picture the corner of a piece of paper was sticking out. I pulled it out and a messy hand drawn sketch covered the paper. I felt a blinding smile stretch across my face and tears force their way down my cheeks. A brilliant blue creature and a boy with smirk that made him look like he knew a secret you didn't had been drawn onto the paper. The words "Charles and Raven" were scribbled down the bottom and for one moment, I felt no sorrow that we weren't together like we promised. I felt only peace that we had that many years with each other. I carefully placed the drawing over the photograph and started to make my way out.

I don't really know how we ended up like this Raven, a crippled man in a room filled with snapshots of our life. I wish I could have followed you, but that would have been wrong, you made your choice and I made mine.

I looked over the time we had, frozen in this room and wished we could have just stayed like that, in our bubble of happiness. Unfortunately, life got in the way and I knew that my sister was never going to come home.

That drawing on the shelf was just that, a drawing.

It wasn't hope, or blind faith, or a what if. It was a memory of what we were, completely oblivious to what we had become.

As I left her bedroom, I turned back to see her dream-catcher hanging by the window. I had never believed it when I was young; always saying to Raven how it logically can't work. It took quite a few years and the loss of my sister and friend to realise that it had. It had kept out the bad dreams of the real world and let us live peacefully in own little paradise.

I closed the wood door behind me and for the first time in too long, I felt as if I was with her in own little world.

So, I don't know why but I just found myself writing this. I loved the relationship between Charles and Raven in the film and thought about what he would become without her. (I was writing this while listening to I'll follow you into the dark by Death Cab for Cutie)

I will post another chapter of Generation but I desperately need names for Sam and Ivy, so any suggestions are welcome.

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Disclaimer: I do not own X Men, Death Cab for Cutie or (tear) James McAvoy.