He half hopes she'll see him; hidden partially in the shadows. He doesn't know why he's here watching her like this. He thought he was over her, thought he was done- just like he'd said.
He tried ending this five year cycle: this pain and screaming and lies and burning, scorching thing they called love.
As if feeling his presence, Rogue turns around. Her gaze falls on him and he freezes; an aching want gnaws at his insides.
But she turns and boards the plane. She hadn't seen him.
Merde, he thinks, because he can't end this and won't end this. He runs into the hangar just as the plane shoots away.
He's too late.
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