Disclaimer: Marvel's, not mine.
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Your body may be gone, I'm gonna carry you in. In my head, in my heart, in my soul. And maybe we'll get lucky and we'll both live again. Well I don't know. I don't know. I needed to think a spell. I had to think awhile. ("Ocean Breathes Salty", Modest Mouse)
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Rogue placed her palm on the cold stone, her eyes wide in astonishment. She traced the engraving of his name, sliding over each letter.
"This is hard ta believe sugah." Rogue dropped her hand, letting it rest on her knee. "Ah don't know if Ah can with y'all inside meh head." She whispered quietly, voicing her fear.
Slowly, Rogue stood up, Remy's trench coat dragging on the ground, too long for Rogue's slender and shorter body. With one last look at the grave, Rogue closed her eyes, willing herself to another place.
But collapsing under the pressure of the choice she had to make, Rogue fell against Remy's grave, resting her hands on the top of the gray slab. She knew she had to let go, and she let the tears crash rather than slide, pouring down her cheeks. No matter what she had told Mystique, she had to move on. She just could not do it at the mansion; too many memories lingered there.
And so, wiping her tears with the sleeve of Remy's coat, she gathered herself up, picking up the bag she had discarded to the ground. As her feet left the grass and dirt in one final move, her head twisted to the side, taking in the mansion, that for nearly a year had been her home.
And then she became the dot in the sky that she had promised, without the true knowledge of what had happened that fateful day in Antarctica. Perhaps she would have stayed had she known Remy's body had not been recovered. She may have even still held hope, but instead she melted in with the clouds that began to roll in, threatening rain. And it fell in large drops, plunking against the ground with brute force, as the last image of Rogue's silhouette disappeared.
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Well, there didn't' seem to be many questions, so that's good. I'm glad you guy's liked the story, despite its depressive qualities. But I may just surprise you and give you a happy ending in the sequel. Maybe. No guarantees. Anyways, I'm only going to answer reviews with questions, but thanks to all my reviewers.
Sara: Your confusion makes perfect sense: I wasn't very consistent with my ideas. It doesn't really make sense for Remy to have been thinking without Rogue present. He wasn't separate from her, I was really just trying to throw readers off, so they wouldn't realize he was dead. Although, Remy did have some separate thought, it was only within Rogue's mind. So, the Remy we saw in the library was actually Rogue. But I can't really explain the scene with Kurt, Bobby and Scott. Damn me. Sorry! And, no, the sequel to One Last Lie will not come first. I will probably continue this with this one, since the characters are still fresh in my head. But the sequel to One Last Lie will come around some day.
TheRealMai: You know, I love Rogue and Remy as a couple, but I suppose I never let them be together by fault of what goes on between them in the comics-they are always on and off, Marvel never lets them be together either. And, I actually didn't get this idea from the Sixth Sense, I got it from an episode of Scrubs, where the head doctor sees the ghost of his best friend (Brendan Fraiser). And don't worry, Mr. Sinister and any cloning plans will be revealed in the sequel.
Ishandahalf: Well, I will tell you this, and this is for all readers to know as well: You will be seeing Remy in the sequel, all though that is probably obvious. And maybe, just maybe, I will finally let them be happy. Especially since I hear Marvel is trying to tear them apart again.