This is first person POV from one character, but I won't say who they are. It's your decision or your guess. This could be one of two people if you think about it.
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"You know it's kind of funny, Jean. Everything about you seemed perfect." I stare down at the grave holding the rose in one hand. The thorns on it cuts into my palm, but I barely notice as the blood drips down my hand. "What made you do something stupid? Never learned what happened that day....Logan left again. It was almost as if he hated himself for killing you, but I don't believe he did. He didn't kill you." The rose drops from my hand and settles on top of the worn dirt of the grave. "Six years. The only part that makes his disappearance easy to endure is his letters....none of them ever give a time for him to return. His last one said it may be after my time,"I whispher to the grave, sitting against the opposite stone and staring at the mound of dirt. Several other flowers litter the area, some wilted and dead. I stare at the gravestone and read it silently. JEAN GREY SUMMERS Born: January 9, 1973 Died: November 4, 2002 . Devoted wife and X-Woman.
I almost laugh at the inscription written across the stone. Devoted. "No one's devoted, Jean. That's a lie...hard truth, but you get used to it. Your death showed me something....we're better off moving on rather then wasting our lives over someone." It hurts even now to think about everything that happened and a sharp pain comes in my hear; but I push it away. The time to be weak's over and I stand, wiping dirt off of knees and backside. "Time to go?" The quiet voice draws my attention away and I nod, wiping the stream of tears from my eyes. "Yeah, Logan, time to go..." I walk over and pick up my son, hugging him in my arms. He's barely five and doesn't understand why I come here every year on this day. Maybe some day I'll explain to Logan about this place and it's importance, but now's too soon. His expression changes as he notices my tears; his small hand wipes against them, clumsily. "What wrong?" "Nothing, baby, nothing at all....I was just saying good-bye."
I bury my face against his dark brown hair, then turn my back on the grave that has haunted my dreams and thoughts. "Let's go home." Logan's arms tighten around my neck as I carry him back to the car, buckle him in, and take one more look back. There's a shadow and for a moment it looks almost like someone's there, almost. I turn and walk to the other side of the car, getting in and starting my car. I don't look back again as I drive away. I can't live in the past anymore or hold onto the memory of you or him. The X-Men were destroyed the day you died and he walked out again. If you were alive I send you this one message. "I'll never forgive you, but I can't hate you forever." Logan chatters happily about something he did at school that day and I listen without really hearing. Memories play through my mind like a picture show, but I block them, wanting to forget the pain and love....
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Depressing much? Wow, I almost made myself cry! That's a new accomplishment. This seems cruel and also depressing, but I'm a realist and I tend to write somewhat tragic endings. Place the character of your choice here and I leave this ending open. Who's speaking? Who's son is Logan and What became of the other X-Men? Sorry it seems depressing, but I don't put much stock in happily ever after. There may be something more of the new alliances. MAYBE. Long Road Home: Logan's Return.......is now complete.
Angel(xXrogue_demonXx)
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"You know it's kind of funny, Jean. Everything about you seemed perfect." I stare down at the grave holding the rose in one hand. The thorns on it cuts into my palm, but I barely notice as the blood drips down my hand. "What made you do something stupid? Never learned what happened that day....Logan left again. It was almost as if he hated himself for killing you, but I don't believe he did. He didn't kill you." The rose drops from my hand and settles on top of the worn dirt of the grave. "Six years. The only part that makes his disappearance easy to endure is his letters....none of them ever give a time for him to return. His last one said it may be after my time,"I whispher to the grave, sitting against the opposite stone and staring at the mound of dirt. Several other flowers litter the area, some wilted and dead. I stare at the gravestone and read it silently. JEAN GREY SUMMERS Born: January 9, 1973 Died: November 4, 2002 . Devoted wife and X-Woman.
I almost laugh at the inscription written across the stone. Devoted. "No one's devoted, Jean. That's a lie...hard truth, but you get used to it. Your death showed me something....we're better off moving on rather then wasting our lives over someone." It hurts even now to think about everything that happened and a sharp pain comes in my hear; but I push it away. The time to be weak's over and I stand, wiping dirt off of knees and backside. "Time to go?" The quiet voice draws my attention away and I nod, wiping the stream of tears from my eyes. "Yeah, Logan, time to go..." I walk over and pick up my son, hugging him in my arms. He's barely five and doesn't understand why I come here every year on this day. Maybe some day I'll explain to Logan about this place and it's importance, but now's too soon. His expression changes as he notices my tears; his small hand wipes against them, clumsily. "What wrong?" "Nothing, baby, nothing at all....I was just saying good-bye."
I bury my face against his dark brown hair, then turn my back on the grave that has haunted my dreams and thoughts. "Let's go home." Logan's arms tighten around my neck as I carry him back to the car, buckle him in, and take one more look back. There's a shadow and for a moment it looks almost like someone's there, almost. I turn and walk to the other side of the car, getting in and starting my car. I don't look back again as I drive away. I can't live in the past anymore or hold onto the memory of you or him. The X-Men were destroyed the day you died and he walked out again. If you were alive I send you this one message. "I'll never forgive you, but I can't hate you forever." Logan chatters happily about something he did at school that day and I listen without really hearing. Memories play through my mind like a picture show, but I block them, wanting to forget the pain and love....
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Depressing much? Wow, I almost made myself cry! That's a new accomplishment. This seems cruel and also depressing, but I'm a realist and I tend to write somewhat tragic endings. Place the character of your choice here and I leave this ending open. Who's speaking? Who's son is Logan and What became of the other X-Men? Sorry it seems depressing, but I don't put much stock in happily ever after. There may be something more of the new alliances. MAYBE. Long Road Home: Logan's Return.......is now complete.
Angel(xXrogue_demonXx)