Alright. -sob- I admit it! I actually like Emma Frost. I always have a knack for really liking the ones who people usually hate. XD
She watches with something like envy (she'd never admit that it was, of course) out of a window in the Institute as the red-haired girl rolls a ball of snow into her hand and reaches back, chucking it directly at the back of a blissfully unaware man with glasses. She laughs like she's young again as he turns on a heel, eyes obviously glaring behind the visor. But soon, he too joins the laughter.
It's full of happiness and love, and together both of their laughs are bliss. Their laughs could make one smile, but she never admitted that she was normal. Her heart was frozen forever, bitter and locked away.
She tries smiling in the mirror everyday, but it comes out as a grimace, a broken, twisted, ugly grimace, and she stops trying then. In public she can smile, but it's never real. She tries smiling in a real, genuine way, like Marie does when Logan picks her up a gift on one of his journeys, or when Kitty is around Bobby. But she doesn't dwell on it.
She tries not to, anyways.
She doesn't cry over it, it's a petty little thing, hardly worth her time. But it would be nice to smile. She almost smiles for real around Scott, but it's just a little stupid crush and she knows that. It's all it is—a crush. It'll pass soon enough, she swears to herself, but she knows she's lying.
She's envious of Jean and she knows it and she wishes she wasn't. Whenever she spies a shooting star at night or something else to wish on (it never works and before she makes a wish, she knows it won't, it's just a little game, she likes calling it 'The Wishing Game' but she knows she wishes it were more, but wishes never go anywhere.) she does it. She wishes for something, anything; she wishes she was in Jean's place, she wishes she could smile, she wishes that she could cry. Or worse, the rarest wish of all, one she had wished upon a shooting star years ago.. "I wish I was more likable." But like all of her other wishes, it never came true.
She didn't expect it to, anyways.
But at night when she's in her very comfortable, very nice bed at the Institute that Charles had been kind enough to give her, she spies a shooting star and she wishes that things were different.
It does not come true.
Review, please?
