A/N: 92 reviews?! *Sniff* Thank you.
Dear Lance:
I'm sorry.
Love, Rogue.
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The black car silently drove away as the X-men crew saw her off. Rogue looked back at them through the rear window and waved, but it was a non-committed wave. It was a wave that said she was only being polite, and not really saying goodbye. It was a wave that said she did not remember them.
A wave that said the old Rogue was no more.
"She left us. Rogue really is gone," Kitty whispered. Despite the sadness weighing in her head like plunking stones into the ocean, Kitty felt a glimmer of happiness. Rogue was gone, but she was no longer burdened. She was happy. She was saved.
Jean stood with her arms crossed, watching the car with a little relief. Though she was also a bit depressed at Rogue's departure, she couldn't help but think that the sanity would return to the Institute. "So long...."
"..." Scott walked back inside.
Kurt forlornly waved with his furry hands along with his tail. "Hope she don't forget us."
Ororo continued to wave after the car that was slowly fading from her sight. Professor Xavier watched her go and said, "It was her choice. We have no right to take that from her."
Logan gruffly said, "She'll be back, don't worry." At the forlorn students' faces, he softened. How could Rogue have mistaken them to be the enemy? Despite whatever she thought, they were all here for her. No matter what.
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At the sound of a car pulling up on the driveway, Lance peeked his head out and looked down to a brown, white streaked head. Todd answered the door, and Lance saw them exchange a few words, as Rogue pressed a piece of paper into his hand.
She looked up into Lance's face and uncertainly smiled at him, as if she did not know who he was. Pulling his head back in, Lance tumbled down the stairs but crashed into the blocking Todd who suddenly cracked, "Yo, man. Don't... just..." Frustrated at his lack of words, he said finally, "Something happened. Rogue doesn't remember us anymore." With that said, he gave Lance the piece of paper. "She said, the old Rogue seemed to have wanted to give you this." He bounded up the stairs, leaving Lance alone to read the note.
*I'm sorry.*
Lance burst out of his house, but it was too late. The car was gone and so was Rogue. Sliding down against the door frame, he crumpled the note in his hand, swearing loudly at the sky. It wasn't enough that Pietro was gone, but Rogue had to be taken too.
If only he had believed Rogue...
If only he said that he didn't doubt her....
If only.... if only...
His regret trickled down his cheeks, unashamed to cry for his two best, but gone friends.
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*FOUR YEARS LATER*
She was back.
However, none of them of have seen her. She had burst in while they were in the Danger Room, and went straight into a room the Professor arranged for her.
She hadn't come out since.
The door creaked open, and she snapped, "Ah told yah already, Ah don't feel lahke havin' any visitors."
"Aw chere, you're breakin' Remy's heart wit' t'at tone of voice."
Rogue started at the unfamiliar voice. Studying the man before her, his eyes stood out the most to her and she asked curiously, "Who are yah? What're yah doin' here? Haven't seen yah round here before."
He smiled brilliantly at her. "Could say de same f'you. Joined dese people 'bout a couple months ago. What's yer story?" Before she answered, he winked at her. "F'what I'm doin' here... would y'believe Remy if he said he wanted t' visit de beautiful femme?" He noticed that her eyes were red-rimmed, as if she had been crying. Long wavy brown hair trailed down her back, as white bangs framed her face.
She snorted. "Dun' seem lahke it. Ah think someone sent yah."
Fingering his cards, Gambit feigned a hurt look. "Chere, you callin' Remy a liar?" He gave a conniving shrug. "'Sides de fact dat dis _is_ my room..."
Blinking, Rogue looked around her.
His grin widened. "Gotcha." He ducked a flying pillow.
Her lips quivered and Rogue could not help but laugh.
Tenderly touching her lip, Gambit said softly, "Dat's good. Never did like t'see femmes cry."
She smiled up at him, her burdened sorrows still at bay but now a figment of the past. "Name's Rogue." His quizzical eyes prompted her to say, "Seriously. Ah don't remember what my name used to be."
"Really?" He mused thoughtfully. "Well, Remy t'inks t'at you looks like a Marie." He nodded decisively. "Yep, Marie."
"Marie." The name rolled like a foreign word on her tongue, but it intrigued her.
"Mind if I call chere Marie from now on?"
Rogue sighed. She knew that she was running from her problems again, but that didn't seem to matter. Eric and Greenville was of the past now. Ironic, though; she was running from one past, to another. She smiled up at Remy.
"Marie's fine."
~THE END~
A/N: Yay, it's done! I've got to admit, I had fun writing this, and I'm planning to write a kind-of sequel, one that happens during the years she spends in "Greenville."
THANK YOU ALLLLLLLLL! Everyone's reviews have helped me out greatly in hard times when my muse refused to cooperate and I appreciate the words of encouragement and suggestions. However, that doesn't mean I don't need anymore! I'd still like to know what you thought of the epilogue and whether or not I should continue with my kind-of sequel. ^^
Thanks again for reading!
~Gothgirl05~
Dear Lance:
I'm sorry.
Love, Rogue.
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The black car silently drove away as the X-men crew saw her off. Rogue looked back at them through the rear window and waved, but it was a non-committed wave. It was a wave that said she was only being polite, and not really saying goodbye. It was a wave that said she did not remember them.
A wave that said the old Rogue was no more.
"She left us. Rogue really is gone," Kitty whispered. Despite the sadness weighing in her head like plunking stones into the ocean, Kitty felt a glimmer of happiness. Rogue was gone, but she was no longer burdened. She was happy. She was saved.
Jean stood with her arms crossed, watching the car with a little relief. Though she was also a bit depressed at Rogue's departure, she couldn't help but think that the sanity would return to the Institute. "So long...."
"..." Scott walked back inside.
Kurt forlornly waved with his furry hands along with his tail. "Hope she don't forget us."
Ororo continued to wave after the car that was slowly fading from her sight. Professor Xavier watched her go and said, "It was her choice. We have no right to take that from her."
Logan gruffly said, "She'll be back, don't worry." At the forlorn students' faces, he softened. How could Rogue have mistaken them to be the enemy? Despite whatever she thought, they were all here for her. No matter what.
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At the sound of a car pulling up on the driveway, Lance peeked his head out and looked down to a brown, white streaked head. Todd answered the door, and Lance saw them exchange a few words, as Rogue pressed a piece of paper into his hand.
She looked up into Lance's face and uncertainly smiled at him, as if she did not know who he was. Pulling his head back in, Lance tumbled down the stairs but crashed into the blocking Todd who suddenly cracked, "Yo, man. Don't... just..." Frustrated at his lack of words, he said finally, "Something happened. Rogue doesn't remember us anymore." With that said, he gave Lance the piece of paper. "She said, the old Rogue seemed to have wanted to give you this." He bounded up the stairs, leaving Lance alone to read the note.
*I'm sorry.*
Lance burst out of his house, but it was too late. The car was gone and so was Rogue. Sliding down against the door frame, he crumpled the note in his hand, swearing loudly at the sky. It wasn't enough that Pietro was gone, but Rogue had to be taken too.
If only he had believed Rogue...
If only he said that he didn't doubt her....
If only.... if only...
His regret trickled down his cheeks, unashamed to cry for his two best, but gone friends.
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*FOUR YEARS LATER*
She was back.
However, none of them of have seen her. She had burst in while they were in the Danger Room, and went straight into a room the Professor arranged for her.
She hadn't come out since.
The door creaked open, and she snapped, "Ah told yah already, Ah don't feel lahke havin' any visitors."
"Aw chere, you're breakin' Remy's heart wit' t'at tone of voice."
Rogue started at the unfamiliar voice. Studying the man before her, his eyes stood out the most to her and she asked curiously, "Who are yah? What're yah doin' here? Haven't seen yah round here before."
He smiled brilliantly at her. "Could say de same f'you. Joined dese people 'bout a couple months ago. What's yer story?" Before she answered, he winked at her. "F'what I'm doin' here... would y'believe Remy if he said he wanted t' visit de beautiful femme?" He noticed that her eyes were red-rimmed, as if she had been crying. Long wavy brown hair trailed down her back, as white bangs framed her face.
She snorted. "Dun' seem lahke it. Ah think someone sent yah."
Fingering his cards, Gambit feigned a hurt look. "Chere, you callin' Remy a liar?" He gave a conniving shrug. "'Sides de fact dat dis _is_ my room..."
Blinking, Rogue looked around her.
His grin widened. "Gotcha." He ducked a flying pillow.
Her lips quivered and Rogue could not help but laugh.
Tenderly touching her lip, Gambit said softly, "Dat's good. Never did like t'see femmes cry."
She smiled up at him, her burdened sorrows still at bay but now a figment of the past. "Name's Rogue." His quizzical eyes prompted her to say, "Seriously. Ah don't remember what my name used to be."
"Really?" He mused thoughtfully. "Well, Remy t'inks t'at you looks like a Marie." He nodded decisively. "Yep, Marie."
"Marie." The name rolled like a foreign word on her tongue, but it intrigued her.
"Mind if I call chere Marie from now on?"
Rogue sighed. She knew that she was running from her problems again, but that didn't seem to matter. Eric and Greenville was of the past now. Ironic, though; she was running from one past, to another. She smiled up at Remy.
"Marie's fine."
~THE END~
A/N: Yay, it's done! I've got to admit, I had fun writing this, and I'm planning to write a kind-of sequel, one that happens during the years she spends in "Greenville."
THANK YOU ALLLLLLLLL! Everyone's reviews have helped me out greatly in hard times when my muse refused to cooperate and I appreciate the words of encouragement and suggestions. However, that doesn't mean I don't need anymore! I'd still like to know what you thought of the epilogue and whether or not I should continue with my kind-of sequel. ^^
Thanks again for reading!
~Gothgirl05~