Her Father's Arms
With every day, her frustration with living life in general tested her patience. Now she almost could not bear the pain that each day held for her.
Dear Charles,
I am deeply appreciative of the kindness you've shown to me, but I just can't take it anymore. My powers are a curse, not a gift. It was laughable to even think I could possibly live a normal life. I'm sorry. Please, never think it was your fault. You did all you could.
Rogue.
She scanned the church she had just entered. It's emptiness chilled her. It was just the place. A silent tear slipped down her cheek as she said a quick prayer, begging her forgiveness for what she was about to do. The knife slipped out of her pocket, it's beauty cold and deadly as it flashed coming out of the sheath. A silent tear slipped down her pale cheek, a strand of white hair in her face. She held the cold edge against the skin of her jugular, squeezing her eyes shut. There was a sharp, cold flash of pain as the blade bit into the pale skin. She choked, blood running from the corner of her mouth as the blood consumed her lungs.
"NO!" came a familiar voice as her body went to its knees. She coughed, blood spattering on the marble steps.
A pair of strong, hairy arms enveloped her, yanking the blood-stained gloves off her hands. Logan took her hands and placed them over his uncovered flesh. Tears streamed down her cheek as she tried to speak.
"no..please. no..." she gasped, Logan's healing factor coursing through her body. Logan squeezed his eyes shut at the pain. The skin she had just cut closed up and the blood that was once in her mouth and lungs dissapated. Logan fell on the floor beside her to his hands and knees. Rogue's crying increased.
"Why!" she screamed, pushing Logan's still weak body onto it's side. He squinted up at her, breathing shallow.
"Just let me go! Put me out of my misery!" she shouted, grabbing his hand, willing the claws to come out. Logan ripped his hands away from her grasp and took her sobbing body into his arms.
"I'm sorry, I just can't." He said quietly, rocking her gently. "I love you too much."
"W-why?" she moaned through her sniffing. Logan laughed despite the tears that threatened to spill.
"Rogue, you are like a daughter to me. What makes you think I would ever want to let you go like this?" Rogue squeezed Logan.
They sat that way for what seemed like hours, him whispering encouragement to her, loving her like the daughter she was to him. She let herself be loved, letting down the walls and allowing her to crumble in her friend's arms. No. Not a friend.
Her Father's Arms.
A/N: Now I know this is really strong, and that is what I intended it to be. This ismy opinion on the real relationship Rogue and Logan share. I don't think it could be anymore/anyless. I really hope this brought tears to ya'lls eyes, because I almost cried when I got the idea... now review please! godsspiker!