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chapter two: Tear's He sat there staring at the necklace held tightly in his callused hands, he sighed as the weariness of the day settled in. But he knew that if he feel asleep then the night mares would plague him once more, for the person who had helped then disappear was now gone herself. Far away some place probably thinking of how much she hated him right now. The strong urge to hop on Scott's bike and ride off to find her, was very strong to say the lease. But in the letter it practically begged him not to go looking for her.
So here he was now lost, not knowing what to do. It was a feeling he hated, It was the same feeling as the night he stabbed Rogue in the chest. He was so scared he didn't know what to do. Closing his eyes he fell back onto the bed, with the hand holding the chain just above his heart. He could still smell her on it, a clean and wholesome smell, one he had come to love. It was so intoxicating, it made his head reel just from the smell. What was he to do? She was gone, walked out, and never planned on returning.
Raising up he sniffed the air, a snarl came to his lips when he realized who it was, he smelled. Pushing the chain under his pillow, he stood up and walked towards the door. Opening with a jerk just as she was about to knock, he ignored her shocked face. Standing there, he leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed, waiting for her to speak. He saw her fiddle with her hands, as she looked for the right words to say.
" Listen Logan...can I come in?" she asked.
He nodded, and held the door open for her and shut it soon after she entered. Walking towards the bed he was about to sit down next to her, instead he changed his mind and pulled a ruff green chair next to the bed. Arm's crossed over his chest he stretched his long legs out and crossed them at the ankle as well, he sat there with no expression on his face. Waiting for her to say what ever it was she came here for.
She took a deep breath, before she spoke. " Logan...I'm...I know that what happened between us… was a mistake...we where both extremely drunk…and well… nether of us really knew what we were doing...and well I just wanted to say that I'm, sorry… that… Rogue ran away because of what happened between us.." then she died into slow whisper, and finally her voice faded away, as she looked at his still impassive face then her eyes skittered away to the far window.
" So… is that the only reason you came here or is there something more you wanted to say," he asked her raising an eyebrow at her.
She cleared her throat, " Yes, I just wanted to say that your not the only one who misses her, for Christ sake Logan! She was friends with all of too...you can't just lock yourself up here and never come out...it's not healthy and she wouldn't want you to suffer like this… she wants you to be happy." " How would you know what she wants Jean? I hurt her and it's all my fault! I knew that she had feeling's for me...but I just ignored them and, I hurt her...god I feel so lost I miss her so damn much that it hurts. I can't even think strait, my head hurts and all I think about is her, and how much she must be hurting..." his voice cracked at the end as he felt something in his eye's that he hasn't felt ever. Tear's.
" It's okay Logan...I know how you feel I lost Scott and we just have to learn to move on...live with out them," she sad quietly, more to herself then to him.
" You can live with out him, but I need to get her back, I need her here with me... I didn't realize it before, but I love her...and now it might be to late, but I have to try, I need to find her," he stood up and walked over to his closet as he spoke.
Rising up as well, she walked to him and set a hand on his shoulder, " Logan, didn't she say… that she didn't want to see you… anymore?" He stiffened all movement, and slightly turned his head to glance at her, but then he resumed packing his things. Shrugging her hand off he zipped up his pack, and turned around to see her standing there, with a look of pity for him.
He felt anger, and annoyed at her. " Look Jean I need to find her, I have to… I promised her that I would protect her...and I need to tell her that I lover her." The last part he whispered more to himself then for her to hear.
" I know Logan...but we should give her sometime, she's upset right now… and needs time to think about what has happened...and then we, all together will all go looking for her." He stood there in silence, trying to decide if what she said was the best course, if what she spoke was the truth…should he give Marie more time? Coming to a reluctant decision he sighed, and slowly let his pack slip from his hand and fall to the floor.
" Listen Jean I need some time... by myself if you don't mind?" He didn't look at her as he spoke, but kept his gaze at the floor.
Nodding, she squeezed his shoulder once, before she left him standing there looking like he was a defeated man. Watching her close the door, he walked over to his bed. His heavy foot steps echoed in the quit of his room, falling on his bed his hand landed on his chest and brushed against the cold metal chain. Pulling it out he stared at it with his brown eyes, and then suddenly liquid filled them, making his gaze hazy.
Closing his eye's one tear fell down his hard cheekbone, only to get caught in his rough beard. Clenching the fist holding the necklace, he tried to stop the tear's that wanted to come. But to no prevail they came anyways, like a damn they flooded down, so many years of holding them in, the pain and sadness, finally released into the tears he shed. There he lay horse sobs coming from him, as he tried to forget about her, and how much he missed and loved her. He stared at the hand holding the necklace, while the tear's poured down his face.
A/N: Well I have chapter two done and I'll soon be working on chapter six for this story!! So R&R please if you have comments that can help my writing or if you just have any questions.