Wow i definately think that rogue got jipped in the third movie. so i'm gonna just pout and i wrote this fic on a whim after camping, enjoy if u wish.
He hates me.
I can tell, he's angry. But he doesn't know what its like, to not touch.
Touch is one of the five fucking senses, yet until recently I couldn't do it. Touch was something that I was not allowed.
Like a child kept from a cookie before dinner.
After I received the cure, I was blissful, I could touch! It was like a hard battle was won.
I had hated my powers so passionately. I thought that I wanted to die. I tried and failed, but after waiting I am now free.
The only thing is…
Now at the mansion, I'm more of an outsider than before. Since I received the cure, I can always hear behind my back, traitor. I hate it.
But I had no choice but to come back, most of my family is dead. My brother is in the army. I had nowhere to go, so I came back.
Three years I couldn't touch. Three years I was lonely and miserable. Three years I hated my powers.
But in those three years, I never knew how I would react if I could ever touch again.
Happy, thrilled, excited, these emotions I expected.
But I never ever thought I would miss them.
