It was slow and quiet outside, the wind was barely hitting the windows. Logan laid awake in bed, listening to the sounds of peaceful breathing within the mansion walls. No matter how much he tried, sleep would not come. He reflected on everything that had happened in the past week. It almost seemed like a dream, everything was still hazy and the grief had not hit him yet. He played back her death over and over inside his head, had there been anything more he could have done to save her? The cure had been very close, but there was no way she would have let him or anyone else get close enough with the cure in their hands, besides she was much too powerful for it to have any effect on her, he reasoned. Yet he still felt guilty for not even trying it, for not doing everything in his power to bring her back. She could have fought her back, but every day after that would be a fight for her, and he hadn't wanted her to feel pain anymore. She deserved pain the least of anyone he knew, she was one of the most caring and nurturing people he had ever met. Logan got up and walked through the halls, he didn't know where his body was taking him but in the end it didn't even matter. He opened the back door of the mansion quietly and slipped outside into the chilly fall air. His legs took him right to her grave, he looked at her name and ran his fingers across the letters, and it sent chills down his spin. It all began to hit him, he would never see her again, and she was gone. Gone. It sounded so final, and it was wasn't it? She had escaped death once but not this time, he had watched her take her last breaths in his arms, he had finally told her how he truly felt, had said those three words he thought he would never say. He had told her that he loved her, and now she was gone. The only woman he had ever seen a future with had died, and there was no bringing her back.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO" he screamed, as he lounged towards the trees and shredded them into tooth picks.

"She can't be gone…." He whispered among the trees.

Little did Logan know that in the white hot room Jean was listening and could hear his words, "I'm almost done here Logan, I will come back to you. All of you."

Dr. Moira Mactaggert sat behind her desk, head in her hands. The x-men had called her a few days ago to tell her Charles had passed away. She hadn't believed it at first; He had so much strength and seemed the least likely person to be taken down. She rested her head in her hands holding back her tears, but there was no way to stop the drops from falling down her flushed cheeks. She was suddenly startled as a monitor began to beep loud and quick from the adjoining room to her office.

"This can't be right…. This must be a mistake" she thought as she slowly got up and made her way to the limp body across the room.

"He like, never even comes out of his room. Do you think he's okay?" Kitty asked hesitantly.

"I think he is fine, he just needs some time Katherine. He has been through a lot, as we all have, but Logan took her death the worst. He needs some time to recover." Ororo stated with a small smile. She was much too busy teaching and taking care of the institute to try to reach Logan. She had tried, but there was just no use. He wanted to be locked and secluded within his room, no matter how much she had tried, he had insisted upon it.

"I hope your right Ororo…" kitty said slightly unbelieving.

Next chapter up soon :] sorry there are so short, I just started all this writing stuff so its gonna take me awhile to get into it! please review