Disclaimer: I don't own Wolverine.
Note: Well, after long, hard work, we've come to the end of the story. Yeah, this is the last chapter and suprisingly the easiest to write. Wolverine came to me with afury and I saw what he wanted to say. So buckle up and listen. He's got somethin' to tell ya'.
I know she's watching me. I've known that since the first time she started spying on me. And you know what? I don't give a damn. I couldn't care one bit. And I know she's the reason the storms have been lasting longer than they should. Yeah, 'Ro's been watching me lately. I like to go outside when it rains and just stand in the water. Normally, I wouldn't want people to see that, but after…after she was murdered I don't care anymore. I don't care about life itself.
I go and drink more than twelve bottles a day. I've gone back to cage fighting and I'm taking more matches than any sane person would. I've shot myself. Yeah, I've put a gun to my head and shot myself, only to wake up with the bullet lying beside my head. If it wasn't for Rogue, I wouldn't be staying at the mansion anymore. I'd be gone and living off the streets like I used to. But, that girl has no one to guide her and Storm would be too busy. Plus, I think she kind of looks to me as a father figure, Lord knows why. So, I'll hang around to make sure she don't get into trouble, especially with Bobby now.
But this isn't what you wanted, right? You want to know how I felt when I killed Jean. You wanna know, don' cha?
I remember that moment and I'll never forget it. It's the reason my life's a living hell. In that instant, I could see every breath she took, every strand of hair, the look the Phoenix gave me, and then her last request. I can still feel her flesh on my claws every time I take them out. I can see crystal clear the way her face contorted as she cried out right before life left her fragile body. And I remember holding her in my arms and crying out floods of tears that still haven't stopped. I loved her with a passion. A passion Cyclops couldn't comprehend. I don't know who I am, where I came from, or anything else about me, but she got through to me somehow and she was the first person in those 15 years that I've ever really loved. You wouldn't understand. No one can. And no one ever will.
And to blatantly kill someone you love that much…
So now, I don' care what happens to me. If it weren't for that damn healin' factor, I'd be with her now.
