The sun fell down on Westchester that evening making the fields glisten
with gold and the red sky so deep that you could get lost inside. The
delicate petals of the flowers that surrounded the mansion shone with the
newly fallen summer rain that settled nearby. As the sun set, the endless
sea of rich colors that made up the sherbet like sky was fading only to
leave a deep set blue which sparkled with silver and wrapped itself around
purple clouds and dancing stars.
Rogue stayed there, gazing out of the window until the gentle warmth of the sunlight faded on her face and the glow of her crimson eyes vanished and left her in the dark. She was alone for what seemed like hours with only her unpleasant thoughts to keep her company.
Storm entered after a while, unexpectedly but as always staring down at the mass of files and paperwork escaping from under her elbows, "Rogue" she called asking for an opinion. No answer, Rogue was clearly distracted. So Storm struggled over, panicking at the sight of one or more 'important' papers being dropped over the floor until finally she managed to put a gentle hand on her friends shoulder "Rogue" she whispered.
Rogue jumped up defensively as Storm so suddenly forced her out of her thoughts.
"Are you alright, child?" said the white haired woman, pretending not to notice her friend's sudden dramatic increase in energy and need for solitude.
Rogue miserably turned away from Storm and continued to stare out of the window. "I'm fine" she replied trying to brush her friend off easily.
Storm sighed and did something unreal, she leaned over, dropped the files only hinting for Rogue to talk. She examined Rogue, looking for signs of insanity Rogue always thought. "You seem distant," she finally stated.
After waiting and hearing no reply the usually calm and sensitive Storm got angry. She strutted over to the light switch and harshly flicked it upwards, dazing Rogue in the process.
Storm crossed her arms tightly, "Gambit's late" she said moving onto a topic that would achieve Rogue's attention. "You were looking for him were you not?"
"No I wasn't!" Rogue shouted out defensively. She then turned away from the window as if mad she was mad at him.
Storm quietly sat on the bed, feeling sorry about getting so personal and waited for Rogue to join her.
"I'm sorry gal," Rogue said calmly after proceeding to the bed and continuing "Cheri was only trying to ." she stopped as they both looked at each other and started giggling uncontrollably. "Looks like he's rubbing off on me" Rogue said in-between laughs remembering some of Gambit's classic lines.
After one or more fantastic giggle they both had an even stronger bond, Rogue liked to think sisters maybe, yea sisters was about right, perfect. Rogue put her feet up, swayed her hair out of her eyes and got comfortable. She had that twinkle in her eye which informed Storm that she was finally happy and that Storm had made her feel better.
Rogue smiled "Anyway she said clapping her hands down on her knees, "He probably got into another one of those bar fights over . um" she squeezed her brow closer together "um . wine and a poker game or something" she said suddenly feeling proud.
Storm looked up " Yes, five nights in a row? He must have talent," she said sarcastically.
Rogue bit her lip nervously, feeling sorry that she couldn't chew up reality the same way.
Storm put a loving hand on her shoulder "I know what your truly thinking" she said without warning. "But it is not that, child" Rogue suddenly realized that she couldn't hide anything from Storm. It was like having a nosey big sister who above all only wants the best for her little sister, even if it's saying something that Rogue doesn't really want to hear. But having advice was nice, Rogue always thought.
Rogue stared at the floor while Storm moved closer to her left ear and to her amazement whispered something that sounded unmistakably like "He loves you". She then quickly picked up her scattered files and walked out of the room.
Suddenly everything became clear to Rogue it was as if storm's words were a key, a key that twisted and turned inside her, opening an old and forgotten lock in Rogue's chest, her heart was free. There were no words to describe this feeling, this bliss that had been awoken and let loose. She loved him, she was in love with him and she had to tell someone before this wonderful feeling would become so strong it would explode inside her.
She dashed towards the windowsill, laying her palms flat on top of the smooth white wood and leaving her legs perfectly outstretched and floating in mid air. She suddenly felt as if she was made of that one feeling that connects everything together; it was like she had been blind and then saw love at first sight.
She wanted to tell him now! But he wasn't there; he was never there when she needed him. How could she tell him how she felt when he was nowhere to be seen? She sighed, then looked beyond her troubles and her fears that he had found someone new, someone he could . a tear fell down her face .someone he could touch.
She looked into the flawless night. The maze of diamond like stars swimming in pools of deep gray and black seemed endless, as if reaching out towards the tiny moon which shone back a wave of gentle silver, creating streams of color and moving shadows like a carnival in the sky. It was like a dream. Oh god how she missed him. Her heart cried out for him, how she longed to share a kiss How she was tortured, tortured every time she saw lovers every time she saw him. She sobbed, endlessly, alone and in the dark. Like a widow she was.
Rogue stayed there, gazing out of the window until the gentle warmth of the sunlight faded on her face and the glow of her crimson eyes vanished and left her in the dark. She was alone for what seemed like hours with only her unpleasant thoughts to keep her company.
Storm entered after a while, unexpectedly but as always staring down at the mass of files and paperwork escaping from under her elbows, "Rogue" she called asking for an opinion. No answer, Rogue was clearly distracted. So Storm struggled over, panicking at the sight of one or more 'important' papers being dropped over the floor until finally she managed to put a gentle hand on her friends shoulder "Rogue" she whispered.
Rogue jumped up defensively as Storm so suddenly forced her out of her thoughts.
"Are you alright, child?" said the white haired woman, pretending not to notice her friend's sudden dramatic increase in energy and need for solitude.
Rogue miserably turned away from Storm and continued to stare out of the window. "I'm fine" she replied trying to brush her friend off easily.
Storm sighed and did something unreal, she leaned over, dropped the files only hinting for Rogue to talk. She examined Rogue, looking for signs of insanity Rogue always thought. "You seem distant," she finally stated.
After waiting and hearing no reply the usually calm and sensitive Storm got angry. She strutted over to the light switch and harshly flicked it upwards, dazing Rogue in the process.
Storm crossed her arms tightly, "Gambit's late" she said moving onto a topic that would achieve Rogue's attention. "You were looking for him were you not?"
"No I wasn't!" Rogue shouted out defensively. She then turned away from the window as if mad she was mad at him.
Storm quietly sat on the bed, feeling sorry about getting so personal and waited for Rogue to join her.
"I'm sorry gal," Rogue said calmly after proceeding to the bed and continuing "Cheri was only trying to ." she stopped as they both looked at each other and started giggling uncontrollably. "Looks like he's rubbing off on me" Rogue said in-between laughs remembering some of Gambit's classic lines.
After one or more fantastic giggle they both had an even stronger bond, Rogue liked to think sisters maybe, yea sisters was about right, perfect. Rogue put her feet up, swayed her hair out of her eyes and got comfortable. She had that twinkle in her eye which informed Storm that she was finally happy and that Storm had made her feel better.
Rogue smiled "Anyway she said clapping her hands down on her knees, "He probably got into another one of those bar fights over . um" she squeezed her brow closer together "um . wine and a poker game or something" she said suddenly feeling proud.
Storm looked up " Yes, five nights in a row? He must have talent," she said sarcastically.
Rogue bit her lip nervously, feeling sorry that she couldn't chew up reality the same way.
Storm put a loving hand on her shoulder "I know what your truly thinking" she said without warning. "But it is not that, child" Rogue suddenly realized that she couldn't hide anything from Storm. It was like having a nosey big sister who above all only wants the best for her little sister, even if it's saying something that Rogue doesn't really want to hear. But having advice was nice, Rogue always thought.
Rogue stared at the floor while Storm moved closer to her left ear and to her amazement whispered something that sounded unmistakably like "He loves you". She then quickly picked up her scattered files and walked out of the room.
Suddenly everything became clear to Rogue it was as if storm's words were a key, a key that twisted and turned inside her, opening an old and forgotten lock in Rogue's chest, her heart was free. There were no words to describe this feeling, this bliss that had been awoken and let loose. She loved him, she was in love with him and she had to tell someone before this wonderful feeling would become so strong it would explode inside her.
She dashed towards the windowsill, laying her palms flat on top of the smooth white wood and leaving her legs perfectly outstretched and floating in mid air. She suddenly felt as if she was made of that one feeling that connects everything together; it was like she had been blind and then saw love at first sight.
She wanted to tell him now! But he wasn't there; he was never there when she needed him. How could she tell him how she felt when he was nowhere to be seen? She sighed, then looked beyond her troubles and her fears that he had found someone new, someone he could . a tear fell down her face .someone he could touch.
She looked into the flawless night. The maze of diamond like stars swimming in pools of deep gray and black seemed endless, as if reaching out towards the tiny moon which shone back a wave of gentle silver, creating streams of color and moving shadows like a carnival in the sky. It was like a dream. Oh god how she missed him. Her heart cried out for him, how she longed to share a kiss How she was tortured, tortured every time she saw lovers every time she saw him. She sobbed, endlessly, alone and in the dark. Like a widow she was.