Marie
I guess I fell in love with him the moment I realized that he would be the only person to ever see me for what I really was.
Not a little girl with freak mutant powers that could kill anyone she touched, but as a woman, lost and scared of the life that she would lead without the warmth of another person.
Because I was always scared that I was going to hurt my friends, and, in turn, hurt myself.
I had no one but him to turn to and touch, no one but the one that was given to me to hold in my times of need.
I was in love with the fire and passion inside of him.
I was in love with Logan.
It wasn't as though I threw my love away or anything, I mean, the feelings were mutual.
And Bobby…well, he doesn't know. Well, I-I think that he doesn't know. He shouldn't know. It's no like we're having sex or anything.
…
We're not, by the way.
It's just little touches, brief little strokes and kisses and whispers.
If I try hard enough, we can hold onto each other for minutes.
Just having time is the important thing.
And Logan knows, as well as I do, that we shouldn't do it. It felt like a dirty mind game when we started, like we would stop after a few times.
At the beginning, it was once a month. Just a brush of the fingers against a cheek in the dark corners of the mansion, or under a tree in the park to satisfy our thirst for another person's touch.
Then it was once a week, and it was more thrilling. It was holding hands during a walk in the gardens, or a graze of lips against skin.
Then it was everyday, and dangerous, and we were holding onto each other until the pull started and I could feel him in my mind.
It turned into a kiss in the Danger Room, or strokes up a leg during Lunch. It turned into a love affair, and we knew it.
But we didn't stop.
And we got loose, open, and more free with our movements.
Rides on his bike, drinks at the bars he haunted, shopping trips for skintight leather biking outfits, "Field Trips" to the beach, to the city, to Canada to escape for days, to get away and be in love.
I fell in love with him and I didn't regret it.
Regret is something I didn't have time for.
No one does…
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"Humanist credo"
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Dedicated to:
Comtrex
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