Chapter inspired by Anymore by Travis Tritt

A/N:This chapter is told from Rogue's point of view. I woke up this morning and this song (with this idea) was playing in my head. I think music is my muse . . . Anyway, on to the story!

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It's been six months since Remy left. That gave me a lot of time to think and reflect without his sad eyes always haunting me. And what I've discovered scares me. I've kept it hidden from even the telepaths very well. I, Marie Darkholme (AKA Rogue), am still in love with Remy LeBeau. I punched a hole through the wall when I first realized it. I have no right to still love him, especially after the way I treated him when he was here.

I hurt him, purposely. I know I did, and I enjoyed it. I even made him cry. Remy never cries, but after three months of taking the hatred from me and most of the mansion, he cried. I was there that night when Logan was comforting him. I heard every word from outside the door. And the next day I still told him that I hated him.

Remy went back to New Orleans six months ago, and I realized that I still love him four months ago. When I realized that, I began to wish that I hadn't made him leave so quickly. I know I was the one that made him break his word to the professor and leave that night instead of the next morning. Logan hasn't let me forget it yet.

When I discovered I still loved him I told Logan about it. He growled at me and told me to 'Stay away from the Cajun'. Like I'm going to follow him! Storm and Logan are the only ones here (with the exception of maybe the professor) that know where in New Orleans he is, and they aren't telling anyone.

I know I can't keep this in anymore, that's why I'm writing it out. And if anyone finds this I will kill them! Unless they know where I can find Remy and they tell me, but the chances of that happening are slim to none, so I'll probably end up killing the person who reads this.

The last time I saw Remy I told him I hated him. The truth is I just wasn't sure how to relate to him anymore. It bothered me - and made me angry - that he could be tricked into something like that so easily. I know I've done some pretty bad stuff in my life, I mean, come on! The first person I kissed was in a coma for three days! I should have forgiven Remy, but instead I left him to die in Antarctica.

When he came back, I couldn't look at him. When he did surprise me into looking, I was angry, hurt, and disgusted. I was also feeling pretty guilty, but at that time I couldn't figure out why. Now I know. It's because I left an innocent person - and that person happened to be the love of my life - to die. There was no way he would have survived much longer out there if Logan hadn't gotten to him. I almost killed the only person I have ever truly loved.

Now I'll never get the chance to make it right with him. I can never tell him that I'm sorry, or that I don't hate him. He's in New Orleans in a place I will never find, and I'm in a mansion in New York. I can never ask if he's willing to forgive me and let us try again. I know I don't deserve that, but after all this time I've come to believe he's a better person than me. I feel like he would be able to forgive me if our roles had been reversed. That makes me love him even more.

A/N: That's it! Please tell me if you liked it. Or if you didn't. I can take it so long as it's not a flame. Please just review and let me know.