Three days. All of her things were gone, but the room still reeked of
her presence. The life-like sketch in his hands was the only thing
reminding him of what she looked like.
He didn't hear the door open and footsteps shuffle across the carpet toward the bed.
"Johnny,"
He looked up, his eyes tired and bloodshot from exhaustion. He hadn't slept for days. What was the point?
"John, y'really need t'get outta here."
He didn't respond. He just stared. He felt dead inside.
"Y'gotta eat somet'in' at least..."
Why? The dead didn't eat.
"John." Remy sat down on the bed next to him. "Y'know y'can't stay here..." he sighed, "y'can come t'Xavier's place wit' me. He'll take us bot' in."
The room still smelled like strawberries.
"She ain't comin' back, homme." he stood up to leave.
Why should she? Come back to what? A lying coward?
"Dere be ot'er fish in de sea, for de sake of soundin' cliché." he said as he exited the room.
"Not if the pond's dried up..." John flopped back on the bed. He closed his eyes and watched memories play through his mind.
They first met, she jumped him and tried to strangle him to death. Something ignited in his spirit as they rolled around the floor on broken glass - her in her pajamas, and him in his boxers.
The day he took her wallet. She was so busy looking through her purse, she didn't notice him slipping it out of the back pocket of her jeans. She got her revenge though, when she nearly tore off his ear.
The earring... it was supposed to have been a gift. But NO! Remy just HAD to play that bloody prank of his.
He snapped the backing off the stud and slid it out of his ear. Wanda liked it on him. She said it gave him an 'edge'.
Some edge! The day he faced Simon Williams was the worst and the best day of his life. He had gotten the crap beaten out of him, but he got the girl in the end, after sending the bad guy to the hospital.
Her kisses were like a roaring fire on a cold day. But they left something to be desired - the rest of her. Every time she was near, he could feel his control start to dissipate, and the need would slowly take over him.
There had been several times when he wanted nothing more than to surrender to these urges, but Wanda would've had to start anything. He held back for her sake.
He loved her. He loved her and he wasn't afraid to admit it to anyone. He loved her and she hated him. That hurt more than getting burned by his own flames.
He needed to get on with his life. Remy was right. She wasn't coming back. Not to him. Not to the liar that kept her in the dark. Not to the coward that followed her evil father.
Not to the man who loved her.
----- FIN -----
He didn't hear the door open and footsteps shuffle across the carpet toward the bed.
"Johnny,"
He looked up, his eyes tired and bloodshot from exhaustion. He hadn't slept for days. What was the point?
"John, y'really need t'get outta here."
He didn't respond. He just stared. He felt dead inside.
"Y'gotta eat somet'in' at least..."
Why? The dead didn't eat.
"John." Remy sat down on the bed next to him. "Y'know y'can't stay here..." he sighed, "y'can come t'Xavier's place wit' me. He'll take us bot' in."
The room still smelled like strawberries.
"She ain't comin' back, homme." he stood up to leave.
Why should she? Come back to what? A lying coward?
"Dere be ot'er fish in de sea, for de sake of soundin' cliché." he said as he exited the room.
"Not if the pond's dried up..." John flopped back on the bed. He closed his eyes and watched memories play through his mind.
They first met, she jumped him and tried to strangle him to death. Something ignited in his spirit as they rolled around the floor on broken glass - her in her pajamas, and him in his boxers.
The day he took her wallet. She was so busy looking through her purse, she didn't notice him slipping it out of the back pocket of her jeans. She got her revenge though, when she nearly tore off his ear.
The earring... it was supposed to have been a gift. But NO! Remy just HAD to play that bloody prank of his.
He snapped the backing off the stud and slid it out of his ear. Wanda liked it on him. She said it gave him an 'edge'.
Some edge! The day he faced Simon Williams was the worst and the best day of his life. He had gotten the crap beaten out of him, but he got the girl in the end, after sending the bad guy to the hospital.
Her kisses were like a roaring fire on a cold day. But they left something to be desired - the rest of her. Every time she was near, he could feel his control start to dissipate, and the need would slowly take over him.
There had been several times when he wanted nothing more than to surrender to these urges, but Wanda would've had to start anything. He held back for her sake.
He loved her. He loved her and he wasn't afraid to admit it to anyone. He loved her and she hated him. That hurt more than getting burned by his own flames.
He needed to get on with his life. Remy was right. She wasn't coming back. Not to him. Not to the liar that kept her in the dark. Not to the coward that followed her evil father.
Not to the man who loved her.
----- FIN -----
