She turned her back to him so he wouldn't see the sadness in her face. In a forced strong, but cold voice she replied

"Ah nevah did like you…" her Southern accent very thick; that only happened when she was really sad, or mad. This time it was on account of her sadness, not like she wasn't mad. But right now she was her anger was focused at him for not saying anything, mad at herself for what she said knowing it was a lie, and heck, the rest of the world, that caused her so much pain and tears throughout her 16 years of life.

No words of protest were said on his part. That was what made her hurt the most. She at least thought he would try to convince her differently; to change her mind. She thought what they had was special, but from the eerie silence she thought differently now.

'Ah guess he nevah loved meh after all; Ah was just another toy ta play with, another victim.' She sighed and clutched her hands into tight fists, fighting not only the emotional pain, but also the intense tears that were filling her eyes, blurring her vision. She glanced over her shoulder to just catch the image of him walking away, for what she guessed was forever. The door slammed shut behind him, and only then, did her knees give out and the tears poured freely down her face.

Remy was frustrated that HIS chere did not want him anymore. He merely stated that'd he be gone a bit attending to some personal business that needed to get taken care of and when he came back they could pick up right from where they left off. He thought she would beg him not to leave, or at least had given him a good farewell. Instead her heart seemed to turn to solid stone at that moment, not wanting him at all anymore, at that moment he knew she wasn't joking anymore; not like when she rolled her eyes at him and yelled "Ah don't EVAH want ta see ya again swamp rat!" This time she was dead serious, he sighed. This time he was going to return, he knew it. Plus, she had gotten the wrong image. He didn't want Bella back, hell he didn't even like her, nor he had ever. Instead of clearing everything up with her the way he should have, he just left in hopes when he came back she would accept him back, or he could fix it all. But he needed to leave tonight; he looked down at his watch, and very soon at that. He sighed as he grabbed his car keys from his left trench coat pocket. He twisted the key into the lock, opened the sport's car sleek black door sliding into the leather driver's seat. He adjusted the rearview mirror and began to swear colorfully underneath his breath in French as he slammed his fist onto the dashboard with anger. He shook his messy brown hair letting it fall into his red on black eyes, "demon eyes." He started the car and sped off down the road at full speed.

She wiped away the tears with the material from her dress and gathered the dark green silk, material into her hand as she stood. She let the material fall back down to the ground. She looked into the mirror before her. The dress complimented every curve on her body perfectly; she looked like the southern belle she was. The dress was that of the style of a Victorian dress, a corset top and materiel fell cascading down her back, a low-cut front that showed off her shoulders and her porcelain white skin. The silver delicate chain with an emerald matching the color of her eyes draped down her neck to her bosoms. Her thick auburn hair swept up, with curls bouncing at the back of her neck, her two white streaks fell in front of her now red-blotched emerald green eyes. Only less than a few hours ago he smiled at her and kissed her softly on the lips; complimenting on how beautiful she was. "My Chere, your as sparking and as beautiful as the emerald around your neck." He whispered into her ear. It was true she had looked stunning; Kitty and Wanda had helped her get ready for her big formal date with Remy. She even decided to go for a natural, glowing look. No dark, gothic makeup was present on her face, she had a hint of blush, silver eye shadow, a plum-red lipstick, and a glitter dust spread across her face and dusted on her neck and shoulders. She then decided as looked into her saddened reflection that she would never trust the Cajun again; after all he was a hot ladies' man, he used his charms a lot before they had met and one night stands at one time were his specialty. No woman who had half a brain (or woman on the face of the earth for that matter, that she known of) could resist his smile, hot body, angelic face, and smooth lines; he was it. She picked up his red rose and threw it in the trash. She was going to try and move on from Remy. The last time he had left for a whole year promising to return very soon, in less then a month. 'What a lie that was!' she thought silently. In that whole year time she sat waiting patiently for his return; she didn't hear from him in a whole year. When he came back she found out from his best friend, St. John (Pyro) that he went home to New Orleans to fix family problems, which included a fiancée, a wealthy southern belle. It wasn't the fact that he had family problems that really ticked her off, but the fact he had a relationship with her while he had a fiancé back home, AND he never mentioned any of it. Yes, the family issues he told her about every so often, but not Bella or anything else. Only months ago St.John told her of how his family were rich thieves. So many secrets were kept between her. It made her so mad, she told him everything about herself, (well everything she could remember, but that was more then what he'd told her.) but him, and he'd only talk about the past few months, leaving out a few details, even. Because of St.John she knew more about him. Was that right to have your best friend secretly tell your girlfriend everything about you? (Tell your best friend, but not your gf not a good trusting relationship) She thought it was NOT acceptable for his best friend to spill everything about himself and Remy, when Remy couldn't even tell her. But because of that her and St.John became actual friends. When Remy and her had fights, her and St. John would have "Guys Suck" movie marathons at his place. He would make her laugh and feel better, as when Remy, her own boyfriend could not. She smiled at the memories. That's were she was going to go, to see St.John. She smirked to herself and grabbed her dark green purse and her brown trenchcoat, another present from Remy. He would help her; unlike Remy he would be there for her. She opened the door and let the cool winter air hit her face. She stepped out and gazed at the dark midnight blue sky filled with diamond like stars. She began walking the sidewalk, not looking where she was going but at the beautiful sky. "Gawd Ah love the night." Her thoughts were interrupted when she ran face first into a muscular figure clothed in a tight black t shirt with a flame on it saying "Light my fire," with black baggy jeans, she stumbled and fell back into the hard cement. She was about to curse at the figure when she looked up and saw a puzzled St. John outstretching his arm to her. "You okay Shelia I didn't see ya there, my apologizes. Did something happen with you and Remy?" he quirked his eyebrow at a distressed Rogue and noted her tear filled eyes and blotchy red skin around her eyes. Dazzling but hurt nonetheless he noted with worried eyes.

Note: This is a story that happened right before my story "Starting Over." Hope you enjoy! Dedicated to all my sisters (you know who you are) and Fire Spirit Vs Water Spirit who wanted a Ryro, so heres one lol more later byes!