She was sick. Not in the way most people would have thought. Her stomach felt fine. There were no aches, no pains. But that didn't stop the fact that she was in fact still sick. She was sick and tired and she wasn't putting up with it a moment longer. She was weak. She knew that and so did everyone else at the mansion. Once upon a time she wouldn't have let someone like Bobby walk all over her like that. She wouldn't have let something like her powers hold her back from doing all the things she wanted to do in life.

But somewhere along the lines she stumbled. She stumbled, had fallen, and forgot to stand back up. How many times had she just let things pass her by because she 'couldn't be normal?' She had lost count, and quite frankly she made herself sick. She was tired of not being able to look at herself in the mirror.

When talk about the Cure came up she had just about gone nuts. People whispered when they thought she wasn't paying attention. They all expected her to leave on the first bus ride out of town. Ororo had said that there was nothing to Cure. Xavier said they were gifted. They at least were able to gain control, even if it had been a long and hard road for them to travel. How many people were faced with powers that would never be controlled, but would always control them, whether they wanted it to be that way or not?

She was tired of living with the looks. She was tired of feeling weak. She was tired of people being afraid of what she could do, of what she couldn't control. So she left. She left when she could have been the most helpful. All it would have taken was two simple touches. One from Logan to protect herself, and one from Jean to protect those she cared about. That was it, and she hadn't been strong enough.