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Ororo still couldn't seem to push the feelings of something being wrong as she finished putting the details on her dress and looked to see what else she still had to do. "I've got the flowers, the invitations were sent out about a month ago, my dress is finally done," she read from the list she's written up. She knew she had to be the one planning most of this because none of this was Logan's strong suit. She sighed loudly as she read the next thing on her to do list. "Get the bridesmaids to agree on something besides straight jackets," she read and laughed because she knew Logan must have added that last part. She looked over at the flowers and blinked back tears. She stood up, leaving the list on the desk and decided she just needed to get out, and maybe she'd find some of the girls she had asked to be her bridesmaids, "Eloping is sounding better and better," she whispered flying out her window into the night sky. The stars sparkled around her, but they didn't seem to be beautiful like they usually were. Calling a mist Ororo landed on a large tree branch in the woods to sit and try to figure out why she was suddenly so depressed, she could't believe it was just because Logan wasn't here right now.