DISCLAIMER: What do you think? Of course they are mine!! *lawyer whispers in ear* What's that? I'm not allowed to say that? Damn it! Ok, they're not mine. Stupid bloody lawyers...
AUTHOR'S NOTES: I wasn't going to write a sequel. But I received an overwhelming response to the first part, asking me for more, and I have to admit, I was touched. Many, many thanks to all who gave me the confidence to write more. I have listed you all below.
Rogue threw down her pen, rubbing her bleary eyes. She had been up at 3:30 that morning, a million thoughts racing through her mind. Some were hers- some belonged to others, those unlucky enough to have come in contact with her bare flesh. Her curse.
So, to vent, she had begun to do what she always did when stressed. She wrote letters to him, even though she knew she would never send them, and he would never see him. After working for hours, all she had been able to write was one paragraph, leaving herself discontented with the effort, and feeling only marginally better.
Rogue picked up the floral piece of scented stationary, and re-read the letter to herself aloud in a soft, low voice. She didn't want anyone else in the Darkholme apartment to hear her. Remy was her special secret, one she had told no one else about, and she intended him to stay that way.
Dearest Remy, (the letter read)
Forgive me for not having spoken to you in so many years, but I didn't have your address. I'm just writing to say that I care for you deeply, and I have never forgotten you. I wish that I could see you again,
Rogue.
Rogue stared at the words on the page for a moment. "This is pathetic!" she hissed, and, like she always did with her letters to Remy, began to scrunch it up. And then, like she always did with them, she smoothed it out again, folded it neatly, and tucked it away into the dark drawer of her desk, where she put all of her letters to him.
Rogue put her head down on her desk in her tiny room, and began to sob. She couldn't even admit her feelings to herself. I care for you deeply? she thought bitterly, reflecting on her letter. Why can't I just admit that it's deeper than that? I can't even sign my own name at the bottom of the page! I can't even remember my old name... Tears rolled down her cheeks, and splashed onto the wooden painted surface of the desk, exploding into little puddles. Her side gave a slight twinge of pain, the way it always did when she cried.
It had been so many years since she had met Remy LeBeau, but she could remember it clearly. And throughout the years, while other memories faded, even the memory of her real name, she had held that one close, treasuring it. And while Rogue had grown, she had imagined Remy growing too- and she had fallen hard for the image of a person that she created. She didn't care if he didn't turn out how she had thought he might. It had never even crossed her mind that he might be different.
A light rapping came from the closed door of her room in the apartment. Rogue wiped her eyes, and got up from her desk, and opened the door.
"Hi Destiny." She said glumly to Irene, AKA Destiny, the elderly woman outside her door. "Come on in, shugah."
"Thankyou, Rogue." The blind woman said gravely, before entering the room with the grace and style she always managed to carry. "I sensed that about now would be a traumatic time in your life, and thought I should talk to you about it." The woman sat down gracefully on the edge of Rogue's bed, laying her cane across her lap.
Rogue frowned. Destiny's ability to see into the future had always unsettled her slightly. Irene's prophecies weren't something to be sneezed at- although often, Rogue wished they were, when she considered how depressing most were.
Rogue was about to ask the woman what she meant, when the twinge in her side turned into a sharp, stabbing pain that spread like fire through her body. With a slight groan of shock and agony, she collapsed to her knees, sweat breaking out in droplets all over her face.
"Are you all right?" Destiny asked, alarmed. "Is it the cancer again?"
"Ah'm fine." Rogue said through gritted teeth. "It's goin' away now."
A lie, of course, to put Destiny at ease. The pain of the pancreatic cancer was always there, and at the moment wanted to make her scream until her voice gave up. But Rogue didn't like to be reminded of the strange growth that was killing her, and she fought it with all her determination. "What was it that you were sayin', Destiny?"
Irene still looked worried, but she obviously understood that Rogue didn't want to share the pain. "This is going to be an uneasy point in your life. You're going to have a visitor from your past show up soon."
"A visitor? Who?" Rogue asked, alarmed. There had been people in her past that she didn't ever want to see again. Especially Cody. Rogue felt a wave of regret pass over her again, as she thought once more of the boy she had put into a coma when her powers manifested. He was one of the voices in her head that had woken her up this morning.
Destiny shook her head slowly. "I don't know. I wasn't able to tell, except that this visitor is male, and you can expect him to be here any point from now. All I saw was a figure, wreathed in mystery and dejection. I regret that I can't give you any more information. I hope you don't mind, but I also took the liberty of informing Raven."
Rogue sighed. "That's alraht, Destiny. Thanks anyway, for trahin' to find out who this mysterious man is. At least Ah know now to always make sure Ah look gorgeous."
Destiny laughed lightly, as she got up to leave, leaning heavily on her cane. "I had no idea that I had become a beauty consultant. What a wonderful use for my powers." She was about to close the door behind her, when she leaned back in and said, "Do try and get some sleep as well. It won't do to have a friend showing up, and you having big bags under your eyes, if you are really that conscious of your appearance."
Rouge laughed quietly, as Destiny closed the door lightly. Blind or not, Irene was one of the most observant people that Rogue had ever met. It was actually a bit un-nerving, just like her mutant ability.
With a sigh of exhaustion, Rogue collapsed onto her bed, deciding to take Irene's advice. A little sleep never hurt anyone. And it would at least let her escape from the annoying ache that plagued her when she was awake.
And if she was lucky, maybe she would dream about Remy.
~~~~~
Remy breathed deep the stale, exhaust drenched air of New York, and licked his lips nervously. A droplet of sweat trickled between his shoulder blades, drawing a damp line along his spine. The day was a scorcher, and promised to get hotter.
He had been searching for a year now. A year of inquiries to people he didn't know, of traipsing all over the state of Mississippi. A year of frustrating results. Remy had started his search in Friars Point, where he had met Rogue, only to find that no one remembered her. As far as the citizens were concerned, she didn't exist. He had sensed a type of desperation underlying their denial of knowing her, but wasn't able to get any more than that. After her old town, he had began his agonizingly long trip around Mississippi, looking for her, or anyone that had known her. Nothing. Finally, in frustration, he had returned to Friars Point, desperate for help from the one woman who could offer assistance.
Her name was Kate. A fellow mutant, with the ability to read into the future. Remy had to admit that he wasn't at all comfortable around the blue skinned woman, after a prophecy she had told him when he was eleven years old. A prophecy that followed him around, lingering like Rogue's eyes.
He had known right from the start that she was the person he should have gone too, but he didn't want to contact her unless it was absolutely necessary. Maybe it was a testosterone induced thought of wanting the pride of finding her himself, or the fact that she was just plain creepy- Remy didn't know which- but he still hadn't wanted her help. After that first year though, avoiding Kate had no longer been an option.
Remy had shown up on Kate's doorstep, feeling a despair like none felt before. He had began to think that no one knew where she was, and that Rogue was truly lost to him forever. However, Kate had taken one look at Remy, and wordlessly handed him a slip of paper, with an address on it.
"I knew this day was coming." She had told him just before he left. "I have been waiting for two years."
Unsettled, Remy had caught the next flight to New York. And now, with the resources he had brought with him when he left home finally about to run out, he was here. In front of the apartment building where Rogue was supposedly residing now. Remy was just hoping that this was her current address, rather than a future one. Kate's grasp on the times of incidents was shaky at best, but she had assured him that this was the correct point in their lives.
So, now he was here. Nothing left to do but turn away, or go inside the building. The direction his life would take all depended on his decision now.
Making up his mind, Remy headed for the doors of the apartment building. He would see her.
Maybe now he could get rid of the phantom eyes that enraptured him, even while freezing his soul.
~~~~~
Remy exhaled, trying to shed some of the nerves that clung to him like a wet cloth. He had been standing here, in front of her door for five minutes now, and still hadn't been able to knock on it. It was ridiculous.
The brass numbers 220 on the door gleamed in the dim hallway light, and the acrid stench of the cigarette burnt carpet bit into his olfactory senses. Remy clenched his fist, and drew up all the courage he could muster. It was time to get this over with.
He knocked on the white painted, wooden door. Remy could hear footsteps on the other side of the door. The door knob twisted, and the door creaked open to reveal-
A slightly aged looking woman with blonde hair mixed with grey, and cold blue eyes.
"Yes?" She asked curtly.
Remy felt shock well up, burning him inside like a volcano. This wasn't what he had expected. Quickly retrieving his scattered nerves, Remy flashed his brash-but-charming grin at the stern woman.
"Excuse moi, madame." He said. "But I seem ta have been given de wrong address. I was lookin' for a young femme named Rogue. Sorry."
The woman didn't look the slightest bit fazed. "What do you want with Rogue?"
Remy's eyes widened underneath his sunglasses. "You know her? Where is she? Is she here?" He asked eagerly. Life was suddenly looking up.
She didn't bat an eyelid. "Why are you looking for Rogue?" she asked again coolly. "Answer me- you're wasting my time."
Remy inclined his head slightly. "Again, sorry madame. Remy is an old friend of Rogue's, from a long time ago."
The woman's icy facade shattered for an instant, revealing a very human look of surprise. "A visitor from the past." she said quietly under her breath to herself. Snapping back to her senses, the calm look of indifference returned to her features, and she held out a hand. "Raven Darkholme." She said briskly. "Rogue's mother. Who are you?"
Mother? Remy thought, startled. Rogue herself had told him years ago that her mother was dead. This Raven didn't even bear a passing resemblance to her. Who was she? Foster mother perhaps? That didn't make any sense though. Rogue had had a father, when Remy had first met her. Had he died?
Keeping his thoughts hidden behind a carefully crafted mask of neutrality which mimicked that of Raven's, Remy took her hand and kissed it, rather than shaking it. "Bonjour. I am Remy LeBeau."
Raven glared at him, withdrawing her hand. A regular iceberg. "Well Mr LeBeau, come in." She moved aside to let him in, albeit a bit reluctantly.
Remy stepped inside the apartment, and glanced around surreptitiously. Kitchen, two doors and a hallway branching off the main room. Very small, and very plain, but extremely clean, which didn't surprise Remy a bit. Raven seemed like the fastidious type.
"Have a seat." Raven told him, contempt in her voice clear. "I'll go get Rogue." Remy could tell she had taken and immediate disliking towards him. Oh well. He had tried his best.
Remy sat down on the plain beige sofa in a position that looked casual, but gave him unrestricted access in all directions, should anything arise. He didn't trust this Raven Darkholme as far as he could throw her- something was going on here, and Remy didn't like it one bit.
From the direction of the hallway, there was the sound of a door opening, and muffled voices, before Raven re-appeared.
"She'll be a moment." The woman said, and gave him a very insincere tight-lipped smile before disappearing into the kitchen. No doubt to listen in on any talk between Rogue and Remy.
Remy nodded absentmindedly in reply to Raven's last comment, not even noticing that she wasn't in the room anymore. He took of his sunglasses, and ran a hand through his longish, red-brown fringe, which had stubbornly refused to be pulled back into a ponytail that morning. What would he say to her? Would she think it was creepy that he had tracked her down?
All his thoughts flew out of his head a second later as Rogue stepped into the room.
Her auburn hair tumbled down over her shoulders in tangled curls, and the white streak framed her pale face, which was illuminated by her wide, shocked green eyes. Still as vibrant as the day he had met her.
She gasped softly, and her hand trembled as she pushed one of the white locks out of her face to see him better.
"Remy? Is that you?" She asked, voice betraying her as it shook slightly.
She remembered him! Remy's heart soared. He nodded slightly. "Oui, chere." he whispered. "It's me."
"Oh mah Lord." She said, burying her face in her hands, and for a moment, Remy felt his hopes drop and shatter into a million pieces. But then Rogue lifted her head, and Remy could see that her eyes glittered with tears and what looked like joy.
He stood up, and walked over to her. "Are you...are you happy ta see me?" He asked uncertainly, praying to God that he had been reading her facial expressions right.
God chose that moment to smile upon Remy LeBeau, and Rogue threw her arms around his waist. "Of course Ah am, shugah."
Remy held her tightly, cherishing the moment. She felt so warm in his arms, like she was made to fit there. They were perfect together. He had finally found his Rogue. After what seemed like forever, Remy had her back.
~~~~~
Raven Darkholme, otherwise known as Mystique, watched them from the doorway of the kitchen as they held each other tightly. A frown crossed the face of the body she had crafted for herself. She didn't like this one bit.
Raven was no fool. She could see that the happy pair in front of her cared for each other very much- a caring which almost certainly would lead to love- and that this Remy LeBeau may lure Rogue away from the Brotherhood- and her. And as long as she still lived, Raven would not let that happen. She had been forced to give up her son all those years ago. She would not lose her daughter as well.
Opening a kitchen drawer, she began rummaging through for the slip of paper she had been given months ago with the contact details of one Nathaniel Essex. Raven would do whatever it took to make sure Remy LeBeau was taken care of.
Permanently.
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Rogue closed her eyes, just enjoying the feeling of his arms wrapped around her tightly. She couldn't remember a time in her life when she had felt this secure. A lone tear trickled down her cheek, soaking into his shirt. It was times like this that she wished she could touch people.
Oh Lord.
With a gasp of terror, Rogue quickly withdrew. What on earth had she been thinking? Was she trying to kill him? What on earth had possessed her?
These questions, and more, raced throughout her mind, as Remy stared at her, puzzlement evident on his face. "Chere? Is somet'ing wrong?" His face suddenly went dark. "You t'ink it's odd dat I find you?"
Rogue shook her head. "No. It's not that. It's mah problem. Ah'm sorry, Remy, but I can't touch you, or somethin' bad'll happen."
Remy just looked even more confused. "What do you mean?"
Rogue felt a incredible ache grow in her heart, and her side was like an inferno of agony. "Ah just...maybe you should go, shugah." With a sob that came out choked, she fled from him, headed for her bedroom, and slammed the door shut behind her. She briefly considered locking it as well, but didn't.
What is going on? Rogue thought blindly, collapsing to the floor beside her desk. She was never this emotional- at least not in front of others. If she grew weak in stability, Rogue knew that others around her would suffer as well, worrying for her, and she couldn't allow that. But one hug from someone she hadn't seen since he was a boy, and she disintegrated. Why?
There was a soft knock at the door, and Rogue tensed up. She had a suspicion that there was a certain, handsome Cajun at the door, and didn't want to answer it.
"Rogue, please, can I come in, sweetie?" came Raven's voice, and Rogue wilted with relief. It wasn't Remy, just her 'mother'.
"Come in." Rogue called out, scrunching up into a ball. She had found that by sitting like that, and hugging her knees, relieved a little bit of the pain from her cancer. Not much, but enough for a fraction of relief.
Raven entered, in one of her various forms. "You left your guest a little bit out in the cold." She said, kneeling beside her, and Rogue noticed a satisfied glint in the blue eyes of her current body. So. Raven didn't like Remy. Interesting.
"Ah'm sorry, momma." Rogue told her. "I just feel lahk Ah did somethin' really bad, ya know? First mah mutation, and then the cancer? Ah can't even touch him. To have this thing inside of me, that'll take me away from Remy so soon after we've just reunited is heart-breakin'. Do ya think he'll understand?"
Raven sighed, and tried to give Rogue a hug, but the auburn haired woman flinched away. "I think that you should talk to him. Then, you can decide whether you want to tell him about everything, or if you want to send him on his way."
Rogue smiled up at Raven, wiping the water from her eyes. "You don't like him?"
Raven pursed her lips disapprovingly. "No. I can see the way he looks at you, and I don't like it. Men like that have only one thing on their minds."
"Momma!" Rogue cried out, blushing furiously. "Don't you dare continue!"
Raven smiled smugly. "Well, if you know what I was going to say, I don't have to bother speaking it. You know my opinion, and what I think you should do- Now it's up to you to make your own decisions."
Rogue hesitated. What should she do? She knew that if she sent him away, she could keep her secrets hidden. But she also knew that if she sent him away, she would die unhappy. When she had seen Remy in her living room, so close in appearance to the mental image she had crafted for herself, she had felt her heart melting. There really was no choice her mind could make. Her heart had already decided.
Rogue sighed. "Could you please get him tah come here?"
Raven frowned again. "Alright. Know that I don't like this at all though." Haughtily, she stood up, and gracefully left the room, leaving Rogue to compose herself in the next eight seconds. She leaned back against the wall, even more conscious than usual of the long gloves she wore, and the winter clothing, even though the day was broiling.
A now-familiar head leaned around the door, red hair falling over his face adorably. "Chere? You alright?" Remy asked, sounding worried.
Rogue sighed, a soft empty sound. It was times like this that she felt even more cut off from the world and was distinctly aware of her mutation. "Ah'm...no, Ah'm not alraht." Rogue admitted, closing her eyes, and thudding her head lightly against the wall behind her.
She heard a slight whisper of cloth, and sensed him sitting down on the floor beside her. "Anyt'ing you wanna talk about?"
Rogue kept her eyes closed. She just couldn't look at him, couldn't bear to see the disappointment in his eyes, reminiscent of the few she'd tried to be close to before he showed up. "Remy, did ya know that Ah'm a mutant too?"
She felt him shifting slightly, and could imagine a look of confusion on his face. "No. Do you t'ink dat Remy won't wanna be wid you jus' because you be a mutant? Cause don't forget chere, dat I be one too."
Rogue shook her head, and smiled for a moment that he would think such a thing, before it faded to a drawn frown. "No. That's not it. It's the form mah mutation took." She felt traitorous tears forming under her lids, and blinked them away. This required her to open her eyes, and she saw Remy gazing at her, concern on every feature of his handsome face. "Ah can't touch anyone Remy. If Ah do, Ah take the life from them."
Remy looked horrified, as she had known he would. It was the same way everyone who knew about her mutation had looked when she first told them. Now, he would stand up, and walk out of her life forever.
But he surprised her. Instead, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and tried to draw her close to him. Rogue stiffened, and refused to be budged. Remy looked hurt, and took his arm away, and she felt bad for a moment, before reminding herself it was necessary.
Remy finally spoke. "What else is wrong?"
Rogue blinked. That wasn't what she was expecting. How had he known that something else was wrong? "How...how did you know there was somet'ing else?" she asked, voice small.
Remy smiled charmingly. "Empathy. Somet'ing dat's part of my mutation. I felt dat you were upset about somet'ing else."
"Oh." What else could she say? A guy had just told her that he could read her emotions. Nothing to be surprised about. She was about to speak, when her cancer suddenly flamed up with torturous pain, and Rogue clutched at her side, moaning. It had never done anything like this before, and the pain was terrible.
Black dots danced before her vision, and she keeled over, still groaning. Distantly, she heard Remy calling her name frantically, then calling for Raven. Then, her tenuous grip on reality finally gave out, and she collapsed into the darkness.
~~~~~
Remy watched aghast, as Rogue's green eyes, which had been staring off into space, slowly shut.
"Raven!" he cried out again, kneeling beside Rogue. He wanted to reach out, and touch her cheek, but he knew he couldn't risk it.
There was the sound of footsteps up the hall, and Raven burst into the room, grey-blonde hair streaming behind her. "Rogue!" she cried, terror in her voice, as she knelt beside her daughter, rudely shoving Remy out of the way.
He stood up, and stepped back, as Raven reached out to feel Rogue's pulse through her silk gloves. Remy could feel the powers he had worked so hard to control threatening to overwhelm him, but he pushed them back. It won't do any good at all to blow her up, homme. He told himself, clenching his fists, and trying to breathe steadily. Gradually, he felt his tenuous grip on his abilities strengthen again.
Raven reached up, and tugged at the arm of his coat. "Help me get her onto the bed." she ordered.
Remy complied, carefully holding her socked feet while Raven took her head. "Shouldn't we take 'er to a 'ospital?" he asked her, carefully laying her on top of the green bed covers.
Raven shook her head, ice blue eyes hard. "No. We can't. The doctors would try to examine her, and nothing would be accomplished by her absorbing the life out of them. The one doctor that knew about her mutation died in a fire two weeks ago."
Remy nodded, but remained unwilling to believe that nothing could be done. An awfully big coincidence about the doctor though. "What's wrong wid 'er?" he asked Raven quietly.
The middle aged woman looked intensely sad for a moment, and although Remy didn't much like her, he still felt bad for her. "She has pancreatic cancer. The doctor..." Raven stopped to swallow, and Remy could see how much she cared for Rogue in that one expression. "The doctor, when he diagnosed her, said that she could go at any time. There was no predicting it."
Time seemed to stop for Remy LeBeau. He stared at Raven, feeling his heart freeze. "She's dying?" He said sharply.
Raven glared at him. "We are all dying, Mr LeBeau. My daughter just happens to be going a bit quicker than most. Now, if you don't mind, I would like you to leave now." The last word was full of bitter anger, indicating to Remy that there was no way that he could negotiate to stay.
Noticing a pen and stationary on Rogue's desk, he angrily jotted down the address of the hotel he was staying at, and the room number. "Give dis to her, when she wakes up." He told Raven, handing her the piece of paper. "And...and give her my love."
Before Raven could spit out some smart ass excuse about how she didn't have to do anything, Remy left the room. He knew, subconsciously, that he was leaving the building, and walking along the street back to his hotel, but was too angry to care. He had never met a person who infuriated him as much as Raven Darkholme did.
As he walked though, voices lingered in the back of his mind, those of both Rogue and Kate.
Mah mutation...Ah can't touch anyone, Remy.
I saw Remy and a young girl playing. Then, a clear barrier came down between them both, cutting them off from each other.
And try as they might, they couldn't touch each other.
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IT'S NOT OVER YET! I promise! More shall be posted eventually. You may be asking, "Why did I give Rogue cancer?" Well, the answer is- I felt like it. I have this thing at the moment for angst...
Here are the Thankyous for Part 1:
Magnolia- You think I'm talented? Well, I did write a second part, but I don't think that makes me talented...
kris- Glad you liked it!
evilsmurf- You thought it was sweet. Im touched. Obviously you haven't read my other, eviller stories, lol.
varonchan42- Cute? Hmmm, that puts you in the same class as evilsmurf. You haven't read my other stories... :)
me- Die, Tegan, die!
Kitty Pryde- My little voices are actually quite evil at times. They say the most 'orrible things- like suggesting this story.
zeo- You wished I had added something? Well, here it is!
anna- You're right, I did have to continue! The idea just kept bugging me...
Laura Night- Well, it's not quite from Rogue's point of view (it would be impossible to write it all that way) but most of it is, and will be.
julz- Look! I wrote the continuation where they met! Let's all dance and be happy! :)
Wild Childe- Hmm, thanks for the constructive criticism. I can understand where you're coming from, but I spoke to some 11 year olds before writing this so I could make it as realistic as possible, and you'd be surprised how advanced kids are these days.
VIPER- What if I just beat you senseless? What if I let the world know about your plan for world domination? MWAHAHAHA!
Cancer- You like the idea of a series, which I'm glad to see. And if I can find the time, I will definitely be writing more.
Girly626- Glad you liked it! Very short review...
Raven*Night- I agree. Rogue and Remy 4eva!
aydenn- Another person who liked it! My head is swelling..
renegade- Hey, I read that serious story you're writing with the Jack the Ripper girl, and it's fantastic, so don't dare say you have problems with serious fics!
britt- I thought it was pretty stupid. But, you're the reviewer, and I shall submit to your..um..review. :)
Rogue007- You hoped I would continue it, so I did!
Charisma- Look! He did find her! YAY!
MErsh- Well, here ya go. You get to find out what happened to her. It's not very good though. :(
Tracy- Glad you also liked it!
stacey u- I did think about not continuing...but then I found myself writing this.
Vegas- Well, they didn't exactly meet up in the X-Men, but this will do- I think.
lbdee- I'm really sorry about how you let something like this happen. I wanted to make this story tradgic, and wouldn't wish what happens upon anyone.
Coke- I didn't think I was capable of a serious fic either, so this was a bit of a surprise for me too.
anonymous- You loved it! Yay!
*~Chaya~*- I agree with the less angst more humour thing. So I shall write primarily humourous stuff. Hooray!
(0 _ 0)- Cruelty to animals not to continue? Lol, there's a new one.
Lene- Here's the sequel, and yes, he found her!
V- I should do a sequel? Wow, I did! (isn't it amazing how many requests I got for a sequel?)
Wildcard00- I'm glad to hear I didn't overdo the accents. That's one of the things I work the hardest on.
Rupeshwari- Head swell alert. Head swell alert. If I keep getting reviews like yours, I'll explode and splatter ego everywhere.
Disturbed Courtney- I had to think for a while about the Rogue nickname thing. I'm glad to find out that it was believable.
Joanna- Yay! I was able to make a reader visualize what I described. Feelin' smart now...heeheehee.
pj- Fantastic story? I don't know if I would have said that...which doesn't mean that I don't appreciate the review! I do!
Krissy- Incredibly happy to hear that you thought I captured them well. I tried my best with that.
CG- You reviewed first! I was extremely thrilled to get your review. There won't be any more kissing scenes in this one like the first part for obvious reasons, but I'm glad you liked the one previously.
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