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Did I do it t'hurt her? Oui.
Because she hurt me? Oui.
But I spose' we both deserve dis. I reckon m' had it comin' parce que de femme was a challenge in de beginnin'. An' maybe dis be karma for de hearts m' broke, de deeds m' did?
Oui, m' love de fille buh after what appen' tween m' an' Belle- all m' can say is dat ol habits are hard t' break an' Rogue be payin' for it, as well as m' for her actions an' past…
We just two people who knows nothin' buh hurt so what do we do? We hurt those we love.
An'at de same time love each other wit dis fiercest passion…sometime it don' make sense buh we know we need each other an want each other so we keep comin' back.
Did I succeed in hurtin' er? Oui.
Bonne now we even neh?
Oui m' love er! Oui! She love me!
So why we playin' at dis? Why we hurt each other? Pourqoi?
M' don' know. Does anyone ever know?
Love- it all tings at once. Passion, pain, joy, sadness, it's all things…among dose tings confusin'.
M' relationship wit Anna Marie Darkholme…Rogue, is a very difficult an' complicated relationship.
In de beginnin' oui, m' felt sometin. She be different. De oddest fille, not the typical belle
Buh somehow m' knew she was a looker trough all dat cakey clown makeup. De day she wiped all dat merde offa er' face, Dieu.
Den m' learnt of her powers, an' I had sympathy for de fille. It be very hard to not be able to do sometin' dat every one takes fo' granted. I could feel her sadness o'er it.
She was quiet and stayed secluded for th' mos' part. Dat I could understand, she feared hurtin' others.
Buh when yo got t' know er' she be de warmest and caring femme.
Git on er' bad side an' Dieu…Dieu elp yah!
Dat femme know how ta talk! An' back it up.
M' bein' me, I pursued er. I tought it was fun rilin' er up, gettin' that temper ta flare and she gave back as good as she got. I wanted ta cheer er' up, no fille should have to feel dat alone.
Somewhere long' de good humored banter, de flirtatious licks, heated gazes, and close calls-we fell in love. Neither of us knew, dough de Wolverine an Kurt were always givin' m' a hard time. Over protective hommes, can blame dem dough (smirks) m' Remy Lebeau after all. Bien sur ev'ry homme has his amour neh? So m' was hers an' she was mine.
Oui it had a lot to do wit her powers, so m' got to know er' outside de physical.
Buh we ad' a loooong way t' go. We were young enfants, still are bebes. We two are too hesitant to trust.
Maybe we shoulda stay friends non? Coulda avoid all de pain an de heartache non?
Buh we all human, we can' resist it. (Specially when de fille be dat belle.)
She couldn' resist Remy neither. De heart want what it want.
Somewhere tween de five years m' known er we both fell.
M' not gonna go into dose years….yet. Ry now m' wanna recall what m' did.
M' Tante Mattie always tol' m', when y'find de right fille y'never let er go y' ear! An' she also said ya got t' give n' take, no one be perfect…an' dat anot'er wrong keep makin' it wrong.
(SIGHS) So why m' here feelin de way dat I feel?
Cause dat night I felt it. M' finally knew it. I had de feelin' before buh dat night I knew it wit clarity.
Didn' stop me from doin' what I did later though…
Havin' ya ever done summn' soo stupid buh at de moment ya weren't tinkin' straight? Yo mind jus did what it did an when ya try ta explain why yo did it, it don make no sensce to nobody?
Empathy an sympathy. Hmm…M' know why Rogue did it now.
Now try multiplyin dat by t'ousands.
Rogue's powers be tricky. No one not even her understand it. She born dat way so m' can't judge, so she just a human too buh wit de weight of those powers? Who would be in deir right mind.
Rogue is a fille who has to think out every action an' movement.
How can me blame her for actin' rash now?
Sure differen' situations. Buh it be de same when it get down to it.
She always has dis look, a look I only see when she look at me sometimes.
Regret.
She never stopped apologizin'. M' said it was okay. Maybe m' shoulda said it wasn't…
(Sighs) We both two people dealt a bad hand an' reacted the only way we could at the time an' moment.
Do I forgive her and understand why she did what she did now? Oui.
An how do I feel? M' can't rightly say.
When will both our lives just be good an' right fo once? Don' we deserve eachother yet, after all we been through in life?
When will that be eh? Who can say neh?
Broken out of his deep thought he silently made his way to her room, he didn't know what to expect or say but…he had to see her.
Hesitantly he knocked on her door. No answer, he expected as much. The door was locked so usin' his skills he picked the lock and silently entered her room.
Remy LeBeau picked up the envelope addressed to him 'GAMBIT'. He took it gingerly into his hands. He wasn't sure if he wanted to read it…He took a seat on the neatly made bed.
Still clutchin' at the letter he took a look around the room. No sign of his Rogue at all, save the letter. The room was still, white walls that were once a lavish emerald and pistachio green, completely scrubbed of all that was her.
An image of her face in the reflection in the mirror quickly sprang into his mind. He wondered if that was the same look of hurt and heartache he had worn for her as well…
He opened the letter and out fluttered the Queen of Hearts down into his palm. It was warn from constant caressing of the surface. He noticed there were old traces of countless gloss and lipstick smudges on it, from light kisses he's sure. All of a sudden there was this unsettling feeling all through out his body.
Ceux-ci sont les aveux d'un coeur cassé...
(Dese are de confessions of a broken heart.)