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Valentine
"Would you like anything, sir?... Sir?"
Remy, unfocused and inattentive, two attributes absent in a thief like himself, was startled and slightly jumped from his seat when a gentle hand brushed up against the skin on his arm. He looked up from the magazine he was unknowingly staring at and sadly smiled up at the young woman attending to and serving first class on the airplane leaving Louisiana and heading into New York. He put down the uninteresting article and clasped his hands, sighing dismally. "No t'anks, chérie," he said, dejectedly.
She squatted down and with one hand, stroked his hand sympathetically, while the other held her skirt down. "Are you alright, sir?" Her face displayed confusion, and her features scrunched up as she studied his movements and the lack of emotion on his face.
"Jus' saddened, petite," he replied, sliding his sunglasses back up the bridge of his nose. "But, let Remy ask y' somethin'. A pretty femme like y' must have a boyfriend. Remy t'inks right, he guesses?"
The girl, the name on her tag reading Lily, nodded her head. "Yes."
"Well, Remy jus' had a fight wit' his wife and..."
"Say no more," the attendant said, cutting him off impatiently. "What you need to do is show your undying love and passion for her, and that you're sorry for the mistake you undoubtedly made. Get sentimental... us girls love that kind of stuff." She grinned and absently wound a lock of black hair around her pinky finger. "Buy a bouquet of flowers---red and pink roses. The colors stand for love, respect, gentility, and trust. If she's as smart as I assume, she'll know what you really mean. Throw in a box of chocolates, preferably in a heart shaped box. And a card, of course; with a little love poem inside. Something simple, yet affectionate." She sighed. "I wish my boyfriend would do that for me. But no... he had to go off on that stupid business trip with that co-worker of his... the tease." She looked to Remy. "I'm sorry. I get carried away sometimes..."
"Dat's okay, petite."
"Anyways," she continued, "have someone deliver it to her. Like one of those singing telegram delivery guys you see in those old romance movies. I can guarantee she'll die. Not literally, of course."
Remy nodded his head in appreciation. "Remy knows what y' mean, chérie. And t'anks. Y' really know how t' brighten dis Cajun's day..."
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As soon as she entered through the Institute's front door, Rogue stomped up to her room and slammed the door shut, refusing to talk to anyone or have any company. Everyone would just think she was having another one of her mood swings. 'Which is exactly what Ah want them ta think,' she thought. 'Then Ah don't have ta explain anythin' anymore.'
She flopped on top of her bed, on her stomach, and quickly changed positions, as laying on a giant, extended belly wasn't exactly a pleasant feeling. Rogue twiddled her thumbs as she thought about all that happened in just the past week.
A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. Instead of waiting to be admitted in, which wouldn't have happened anyway, Kitty phased herself through. "Hi Rogue. How was the trip?"
Rogue shook her head. "Ah don't wanna talk 'bout it."
"Why not?"
'This girl just doesn't get it.' But she gave in and told all there was to tell about her weekend in the pits of the netherworld or Hades. She told about the flaming and heartfelt kiss the two had shared, about the horrifying betrayal, about the battle of words...
Kitty wrapped her arms around her best friend and consoled her. "He actually, like, called you that?" she asked.
Rogue nodded. "And ta think... Ah was willin' ta give up mah heart ta him..."
"It's okay, Rogue. There's, like, way more fish in the sea."
She shook her head again, this time with fervor. "No, Kitty. Ya don't understand." She gulped. "Ah was in love with him. Ah loved him. His touch gave meh the shivers. His voice was so reassuring---soothing. He could make meh melt in mah shoes. Ya saw the way Ah acted around him. Ah've never felt that way around a guy before... not even Cody. But all this time, Ah think... Ah think Ah was afraid ta admit it, because Ah knew Ah would end up with mah heart broken." She buried her head in her pillow. "It's all over now. And Ah don't think Ah'll ever be the same."
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"Hey Remy! Oy been missin' you. Piotr's no fun, and that tape of Mags diein' is gettin' a bit boring. Where 'ave you been?" John plopped down, next to Remy on the couch.
"Remy's been... out."
"Gettin' somethin' for Rogue, Oy see."
"John?"
"Yeah, mate."
"Y' wouldn't happen t' sing and dance, would y'?"
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'What a sucky Valentines Day. Everyone's so... happy. And Ah'm sittin' here, sulking.'
Rogue turned her attention towards the glass door leading out to her balcony, her head whipping around. She could've sworn she heard someone knocking and yelling her name. She got up and slowly walked over, unlocking the door, cautious. Rogue pulled the curtains away and was taken aback, surprised to see St. John wearing a mailman's uniform and a small cap atop his gelled hair.
She opened the door. "What do ya want? Ah'm not really in the mood for jokes."
He pulled out a harmonica and made a buzzing sound before opening his mouth and singing.
"I'll travel 'round the seven seas for you
It's written in the melody I adore you
I wrote my love a symphony
To show you there's nothing I won't do
Baby, I'll walk around
The China Wall for you
If there's a way
I'll do it all for you
Anything you want me to;
You know I would do..."
From behind his back, John pulled out a bunch of roses, chocolates, and a small card with a little angel on the outside.
She opened the card and read it:
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
... Rogue, please come back to Remy.
"He wants me back, doesn't he?" she asked.
John nodded his head.
She shoved everything back in his hands and pushed him out of her room, back into the cold. "Tell him Ah meant what Ah said and for him ta leave the fat cow alone." She closed the door and pulled the curtains back together, letting the darkness devour her whole being.
Right where she was standing, she collapsed to the floor and sobbed, letting the tears flow freely. It was at these times that she wished for a mother---a real mother---someone who would tell her what she should do and comfort her whenever she felt this way.
Rogue fingered the old piece of parchment that Remy had written his address on. It still smelled of his fragrant cologne. It brought memories back---ones of him. 'He doesn't really love meh... does he?'
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