" You think we should what?" asked 17 year old Rogue as she stared at her now ex-boyfriend.

"I think we should break up" he replied. And even though he was dumping her he still looked sincere.

"But why?" she asked bewildered. "I thought we were in love?"

"We were, but it's just to hard to deal with your power, I think we're both better off this way" and with that, the 17 nearly 18 year old boy stood up off the grey couch at their school and walked away leaving Rogue nearly in tears. She sat there for a moment and couldn't help but want to be with her best friend in the whole world, a friend who had saved her life last summer. But she had no idea where he was or how to come into contact with him. A tall thin white haired woman walked over and sat beside her.

"Are you ok?" she asked. Rogue stared into her deep brown eyes and burst into tears. Storm placed her arm around Rogue's shoulder. "It'll be ok, we all have first loves. But you know what, as much as you're hurting now, tomorrow you'll hurt a little less, then as each day goes on you'll hurt a little less until you're eventually completely over it." Rogue sat up and looked at her history teacher once more. She had also been someone who saved her life last summer and she felt forever in hers, Logan's, Scott, Jean, and the professor's debt.

"Thanks," Rogue managed to say a word in between all the sobs. She stood up and started to walk to her room. When she arrived she immediately seized her bag from underneath her bed and started to throw any clothes she could find into it, tears still pouring down her face. I'm going to find him, she thought. She creeped down the hallway and out the door without anyone seeing her.