A/N: Hey guys. This was something all of a sudden I wrote. Love it hate it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, not even a superpower...
She was his Marie
She was his Marie. It felt like she always had been 'cause no man or woman could ever own the Rogue she was.
She had always been alone because without her Wolverine – the other lonely part – none of them ever felt whole. She had waited all these years for him. He had given up on her.
Two broken pieces that don't fit in anywhere else than together.
Their love, their bond, was a very unique thing, a mystery as us earthlings would say.
If they never found each other, they would die alone. If they left each other they would die of the loneliness because neither of them could exist without the other.
No one understood that.
So the day Logan left Marie, misled by other persons evil thoughts, he came back to a tombstone.
Marie died of heartache.
He had lied and said that she wasn't the one for him and that he couldn't be with her.
He broke her heart like they could do to each other.
Love will not tear us apart unless we deny it.
You shouldn't blame it for him.
He didn't know the meaning of love, not the love they had.
He had never hurt as bad.
She had never hurt as bad.
Their love hurt because they suffered from being apart.
And so, as tears kept falling down Logan's face, the mighty Wolverine died the day he lost his Marie.
It was the only way you could kill the Wolverine.