It wasn't as if I had planned to leave with Eric. Yet, at the same time, it wasn't a spontaneous decision, either. Our plan was thwarted, and Eric left the Xavier Institute of his own free will, he wasn't fired, he just walked out. I was following along with him, and I guess it just felt right to go with him.
What other choice did I have? Stay in the school where everyone now knows that I helped him to betray the beloved Professor? The other students weren't exactly friendly to begin with, I didn't see them opening up to me after what we had done.
So I left with Eric. We stayed in a hotel the first night, and then he bought an island. It wasn't your conventional way of finding a home, but nothing about either one of us could ever be described as conventional.
Maybe Eric was at one time. As I understand from gossip at the school and from little clues I pick up from Eric's conversation -"Oh, yes, children are wonderful, aren't they?"- I think he had a normal life once. I think he had a lover or a wife...maybe even a child. It's strange to think of him as a father whenever I watch him. He's so...in control and powerful. I've seen him fight with his magnificent powers, and it seems bizarre, the idea of him bouncing a child on his knee.
Maybe I think about him too much, but it's hard not to. He's just always there, as would be expected when he's the only other person on the island. I think he's handsome. Yeah, yeah, yeah, he's older than me by...a lot, but who cares? We are no longer bound by the constraints of normal society since they rejected us for what we are. I'm not exactly one who gets her pick of men, but even if I were, I would still be here with him.
Unlike so many other people I've met, his life will serve a purpose.
He's misunderstood. If everyone knew what he's been through, then maybe they could understand his motives for fighting. I do, and I fight with him.
He's helped me a great deal with learning to control my powers, and I'm much better at it now. Still, every transformation is an effort, and holding the borrowed form is like an endurance test. Once, someone saw me in my real body. You know, the one covered from head to toe in indigo skin? I was in an office building, posing as a secretary, and someone who was working late saw me while I was taking a break.
I thought I was alone, of course. They called security on me and I wasn't triumphant in that fight.
Eric saved me, like a guardian angel. I knew he was around, even though I couldn't see him. He would sometimes come with me when the missions were a little more potentially dangerous than normal.
He took me back to the island for treatment; when I woke up, he was at my bedside. How nice of him, it was a very caring thing to do. Something about the way he seemed so relieved when I woke up made me feel...cherished, I guess.
I can't really name the feeling, no one has ever made me feel that way before.
He had asked me why I wanted to stay with him and I gave him the answer straight from my heart. "Because...being here with you feels right. That's why I left the school with you, because it felt right. It still does." I left him then, and went to my room.
Once I was inside, I realized how much he meant to me. He was not only my savior, he was my friend. However, strange feelings toward him were beginning to grow inside. Like I would find myself looking at him for longer than I should. Or thinking about what it would be like to be with him...if I weren't so revolting, surely he would reject any advance I made. I must not let my foolish thoughts get in the way of what we are doing here!
I think that I am beginning to love you, Eric. And I'm sorry you will never feel the same towards me.
What other choice did I have? Stay in the school where everyone now knows that I helped him to betray the beloved Professor? The other students weren't exactly friendly to begin with, I didn't see them opening up to me after what we had done.
So I left with Eric. We stayed in a hotel the first night, and then he bought an island. It wasn't your conventional way of finding a home, but nothing about either one of us could ever be described as conventional.
Maybe Eric was at one time. As I understand from gossip at the school and from little clues I pick up from Eric's conversation -"Oh, yes, children are wonderful, aren't they?"- I think he had a normal life once. I think he had a lover or a wife...maybe even a child. It's strange to think of him as a father whenever I watch him. He's so...in control and powerful. I've seen him fight with his magnificent powers, and it seems bizarre, the idea of him bouncing a child on his knee.
Maybe I think about him too much, but it's hard not to. He's just always there, as would be expected when he's the only other person on the island. I think he's handsome. Yeah, yeah, yeah, he's older than me by...a lot, but who cares? We are no longer bound by the constraints of normal society since they rejected us for what we are. I'm not exactly one who gets her pick of men, but even if I were, I would still be here with him.
Unlike so many other people I've met, his life will serve a purpose.
He's misunderstood. If everyone knew what he's been through, then maybe they could understand his motives for fighting. I do, and I fight with him.
He's helped me a great deal with learning to control my powers, and I'm much better at it now. Still, every transformation is an effort, and holding the borrowed form is like an endurance test. Once, someone saw me in my real body. You know, the one covered from head to toe in indigo skin? I was in an office building, posing as a secretary, and someone who was working late saw me while I was taking a break.
I thought I was alone, of course. They called security on me and I wasn't triumphant in that fight.
Eric saved me, like a guardian angel. I knew he was around, even though I couldn't see him. He would sometimes come with me when the missions were a little more potentially dangerous than normal.
He took me back to the island for treatment; when I woke up, he was at my bedside. How nice of him, it was a very caring thing to do. Something about the way he seemed so relieved when I woke up made me feel...cherished, I guess.
I can't really name the feeling, no one has ever made me feel that way before.
He had asked me why I wanted to stay with him and I gave him the answer straight from my heart. "Because...being here with you feels right. That's why I left the school with you, because it felt right. It still does." I left him then, and went to my room.
Once I was inside, I realized how much he meant to me. He was not only my savior, he was my friend. However, strange feelings toward him were beginning to grow inside. Like I would find myself looking at him for longer than I should. Or thinking about what it would be like to be with him...if I weren't so revolting, surely he would reject any advance I made. I must not let my foolish thoughts get in the way of what we are doing here!
I think that I am beginning to love you, Eric. And I'm sorry you will never feel the same towards me.