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Fate Fate is cruel when love hasn't won It tosses its head and watches you fall It causes you to break yourself in ways unexplainable to man The times when fate is at its worst Is when it presents to you a gift on a silver platter and than takes it away And than once again it plays with your emotions Re-gifting you the package That you had left for dead **************************************************************************** **
A year had passed and Rogue had recently begun to move on with her life. She still felt the pain of having lost him but she was beginning to find peace and comfort in the things that she held dear, such as Kurt and Kitty and their undying friendship.
The mental call to the Professor's office came quickly; she sensed the professor's tension and wondered what could be wrong. She was the last one to enter and saw the wary faces of the mutants as they remained away from Scott, who seemed to emanate his anger. She cautiously walked in.
"Rogue, I am sorry that you are the last to be informed but I wanted to share this news in great haste." Her heart lurched when she saw the tired look on the Professor's face; he looked as if he had just been in battle. "We are going to have a new addition to the team."
Rogue didn't know why this time she choked up. They had seven new additions over the past few months, having to build an outside dormitory for the older mutants. She sensed something wrong, with the pitiful look everyone was giving her.
"Um, who is it?"
"Remy Lebeau." Rogue's face paled and her eyes were burning. She had spent the last year, learning to control herself and now the knowledge of his return was breaking her every guard.
"No," she whispered. She turned around and bumped into someone. She looked up and into the hated eyes of her enemy. His face was ashen and his lips parted to say something. "No!"
Rogue shoved him out of her way and ran to her bedroom. The tears she had collected once again spilling out of her eyes. The pain in her body was like an unending burn. She didn't know how she would face the day.
Fate Fate is cruel when love hasn't won It tosses its head and watches you fall It causes you to break yourself in ways unexplainable to man The times when fate is at its worst Is when it presents to you a gift on a silver platter and than takes it away And than once again it plays with your emotions Re-gifting you the package That you had left for dead **************************************************************************** **
A year had passed and Rogue had recently begun to move on with her life. She still felt the pain of having lost him but she was beginning to find peace and comfort in the things that she held dear, such as Kurt and Kitty and their undying friendship.
The mental call to the Professor's office came quickly; she sensed the professor's tension and wondered what could be wrong. She was the last one to enter and saw the wary faces of the mutants as they remained away from Scott, who seemed to emanate his anger. She cautiously walked in.
"Rogue, I am sorry that you are the last to be informed but I wanted to share this news in great haste." Her heart lurched when she saw the tired look on the Professor's face; he looked as if he had just been in battle. "We are going to have a new addition to the team."
Rogue didn't know why this time she choked up. They had seven new additions over the past few months, having to build an outside dormitory for the older mutants. She sensed something wrong, with the pitiful look everyone was giving her.
"Um, who is it?"
"Remy Lebeau." Rogue's face paled and her eyes were burning. She had spent the last year, learning to control herself and now the knowledge of his return was breaking her every guard.
"No," she whispered. She turned around and bumped into someone. She looked up and into the hated eyes of her enemy. His face was ashen and his lips parted to say something. "No!"
Rogue shoved him out of her way and ran to her bedroom. The tears she had collected once again spilling out of her eyes. The pain in her body was like an unending burn. She didn't know how she would face the day.