Over & Over Chapter 2: You Won't Find This, a x-men: evolution fanfic

Disclaimer: Don't own, never will. I also will never own "You Won't Find This" by Carrie Underwood.

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She watched as he packed the truck up. She had tried to delay the inevitable, but she'd always had a feeling that it would come down to this. She pushed a strand of white hair behind her ear as he slammed the back door. His eyes revealed nothing as he gave her a last hug.

After he pulled away, she took a moment to study his face. Long, shaggy hair that constantly fell into those eyes that she had been drawn to for so long. Those eyes that she had seen filled with passion, lust, concern, and what she had thought was love. Those eyes that revealed so much to her when he was trying to reveal so little. She tore her gaze away to offer him a small smile.

Did you check the tires
Put gas in the car
Don't think you need too much
Cause you ain't gunna get that far
Did you pack the good times
Don't forget a map
Just in case the route you take isn't there to take you back

"Everything ready?" she asked. It was the best question that her mind could form. She wanted to beg him to stay, but knew that it would only put off what was bound to happen. He was a loner, so was she.

"Yep, the tires are good an the tank's full." He replied, catching her gaze once again. She could see the longing in his eyes, but whether it was a longing for her or for the life he was about to return to, she couldn't be sure. She secretly hoped that he wouldn't nee a full tank, but there was no way of telling how far he'd get.

"Ya have a map?"

"In the glove box." Both seemed uncertain as to how to end this. They had decided to go their separate ways, but that didn't help now that it was actually happening.

"Ah hope ya have a good life."

"Y' too." With that last word, he climbed in the truck and drove off.

You can hold any girl that you like
Fall in love when it's easy at night
But you'll wake up wondering why
She ain't ever something better
When you're lost and you've run out of road
Find what I already know
In the end close is all there is
But you won't find this
No, you won't find this

It was for the best. He needed the freedom that had been unavailable with her. She had known how he hated to be tied down, but id it to him anyway. Now he was free. He could do what he pleased, who he pleased. She could only pray that he would find something missing in each of the girls he was sure to bed.

She hoped that he would get lost, not only with his driving, but with his soul. When he ran out of places to go, she hoped that he would realize what he had and come back to her. She wanted him to find something close, just to make him realize that it wasn't the same. She knew it was selfish of her, but she didn't care. If it brought him back, it was worth it.

There's once in a lifetime
And there's once in a while
And the difference between the two is about a million miles
Oh, you might get lucky while the moon is looking up
But in the truth of the morning, the stars will be long gone

She had believed that he had been her once in a lifetime true love. He hadn't been so sure that she wasn't just one of those temporary loves. The distance between what they thought themselves to be was too great to withstand the tests they constantly put their supposed love through. It had been great for them both at first, but as the light of day came, they both knew it wasn't what it seemed. The hidden things tore at them until they fell apart.

In giving him his freedom, she ha broken her own heart. She had sacrificed her life to save his. She had never thought that she'd play the part of savior to have her life fall apart before her eyes. In letting him go, she'd let herself go. She prayed to whoever was listening that he would find what he was looking for, with or without her.

He knew that he ha broken her heart when he decided to go. He had broken his own. As he lay in bed next to the blond that he had picked up at the bar, he knew that the lust he had felt was nothing compared to what he ha felt for her. Multiple girls in multiple nights had him missing her. No matter the body or the personality of the girl he picked up, she was always lacking something. They were close but they weren't her. He knew that he'd never find another her, but he didn't know if he could live like she wanted. That uncertainty was what drove him away and kept him at this night after night. He whispered her name as he drifted off, careful not to disturb his latest selection.

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Okay, so I probably should have updated Hiding Me, but I've been having a slight problem with writer's block, so I wrote this instead. See if you can guess who this is about. Thanks for reading.