Remy zoomed past the numerous signs indicating the next town wasn't for another 50miles. Time to leave him to think, he cursed underneath his breath, he didn't like to dwell on the past, but then again he always liked to learn from his mistakes so he could make whatever he done wrong right. He sighed and ran his left hand through his messy dark brown hair. He just couldn't understand why his chere did NOT want him. Yes he now faced it, he had failed her before, but she also knew he was there for her when she needed him most and that he actually loved her. Something Gambit was not known for; one-night stands and a real love were two completely different things. Rogue had made him realize that for the first time, ever. He'd always thought those cheesy fairytales where the handsome, sweet prince got the beautiful princess and lived happily ever after, the ones parents told their kids, to give them faith for a wonderful life, could never happen, cause face it the real was harsh and cold place. He knew from experience; he was raised with love and respect, true, but he was taught young right from wrong, real and fake, better yet, he had learned real pain, not just emotional either, he learned what it meant to physically to hurt. The pain so intense sometimes, it brought tears to his eyes and he felt as if about to die; but he'd always pulled through in the end. Like Jean Luc once told a young Remy, "Boy, you be a strong, brave boy, ya know? You're a true Lebeau; more then Ah could ask for a son." Adding a rare smile directed towards Remy. Bruises and injuries were often for him, especially when he was just learning the trade. (Of the thieves) His own older brother and father expected so much from him, so they pushed him twice as hard as the others. Once he mastered a new fighting move, or tatic, more was added onto his agenda. Always more and more, his studies adding to his busy life, were also expected to be the best. As a child Remy rarely had any free time, his friends and companions consisted mostly of his cousins and older brother. He missed his family dearly, but he knew if he got dragged back into it, he could never leave it again. But, this time he wasn't going anywhere near New Orleans, oh no, he wasn't going anywhere near New Orleans, let alone the Louisiana border.
He picked out his queen of hearts card and began to twirl it around in his free hand.
NOTE: Srry its soo short! Please forgive me! Pouts But the next one I'll try me best to make it twice as long! Lol prays to the gods of inspiration of help and crosses fingers Well please review anyways, reviews help speed up the writing process! (-no joke) more later! Byes (Thanks SOO much for the reviews! Hugs)