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Rogue flew away from Remy with his voice encouraging her. It was loud, but not dominating.
She knew that inside, she wanted to walk away too.
Her and Remy had truly loved one another, and Rogue was beginning to understand that that was part of the problem. Perhaps their expectations had been too high.
Her heart beat faster the further away she flew. The cold was biting against her cheeks, but there were no tears, not yet.
She boarded the X jet and casually walked to her seat. Eyes were upon her, but no one said anything.
Rogue spent the rest of the ride looking out the window. There was a future flashing through the clouds and her lips trembled.
But still, no tears came.
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When Remy awoke everything was blurry. He had planned on being dead, but as images slowly began to reform, he realized he was still in the grassy field.
She was soft beneath him, but no longer warm. Remy struggled for breath as he frantically tried to shake her.
His brain was freezing, everything moving around him in his lightheadedness. His fingers moved towards her pale neck, feeling for a pulse.
It wasn't there. It wasn't beating.
Remy pulled Rogue tightly to his body, squeezing her, hoping to resurrect her, knowing that he couldn't.
She was dead. He had thought he would die, and she would live.
Remy looked off into the distance, stroking her hair, afraid to let her go.
And he thought about the future that had been predicted, the one where he would be the only survivor of the team and perhaps their betrayer.
He had imagined that future from time to time. But Rogue had always been there, by his side.
All he felt was a sick, nervous twist in his gut, and the realization that he had made a mistake.
And it would never leave him.
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Remy had gone back to Magneto's base and built a fire with the debris of the collapsed building. He was shirtless and alone and he knew he would die here.
He supposed it had been about 6 hours since she had left. No one was coming back for him.
He sat by the fire and thought his last thoughts, the sick feeling in his stomach knotting his entire body, forbidding him to think of anything else but her.
This is where he supposed he died. He fell asleep on the 5th day.
She wouldn't come back. She wouldn't find him if she did. He tried to hate her as he fell asleep, but what they had was real.
So he would love her forever instead.
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