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Promises
"Don't jump!" Somebody yelled. Marie quickly spun, tripping and landing on the roof, hard. God, she thought impatiently, Can't even get through a good suicide without interruption.
"Why?" she asked, moaning.
"Because," Came a gentle voice, "I love you." She searched for the speaker and found Warren hovering just next to her, a few feet from the roof. "I don't want you to die."
"You love me?" Marie cocked an eyebrow, "You don't know me."
"Whose fault is that? Especially now, trying to kill yourself. And yes, I love you. I've been watching you…not like a stalker, like, I donno, I suppose your guardian angel."
"My guardian angel?" Marie smirked, "Look, if this is some kind of joke…"
"It's not," Warren assured, "I promise."
"Promises don't mean anything to me. People break their promises," Marie retorted.
"I don't," Warren said, landing next to her, "Give me three days."
"What?" Marie asked.
"Give me three days to change your mind. After that, I'll let you jump if you want to. I promi- swear. I give you my solemn vow. Three days. Won't hurt, will it?"
"Suppose not," Marie murmured, "And what will they entail?"
"First things first," Warren smiled, pulling her to her feet, capturing her lips with his, holding her in place with his strong arms. Marie waited for the look of pain to appear on his face. She waited for disaster.
But it didn't happen.
So instead of thinking, she simply let go, and allowed herself to kiss Warren, wholly and completely, their bodies clinging to each other desperately. They parted, Marie surprisingly more reluctant then him.
"Little fast there buddy," Marie blushed.
"Love at first sight," he said, "I love you, and I meant it."
"But I mean…" Marie trailed, "When do you even see me?"
"You're in all my classes," Warren pointed out bluntly, "And I hear you defend me, when John starts off."
All her classes? Gee, did she feel bad. "John's an ass."
"So what do you say, Marie?" he smiled, "3 days?"
"Nobody calls me Marie," she whispered, mainly to herself.
"It's your name, isn't it?" he asked. "I've never liked the whole Rogue thing. It's too lonely, you know?"
Marie nodded, "It is, sometimes."
"So how bout it?" he asked.
"Fine, buster, you've got your three days," Marie said. "What first?"
"Well I though…" Warren had suddenly scooped her up and bounding to the edge of the roof, Marie barley got in a scream before they were soaring through the air, higher and higher. "This is my paradise."
Marie smiled. "Mine too."
