Title: Honestly, Ok (Part 2/2-Logans POV)
Genre: Logan/Rogue romance...for now just alot of angst
Song: I used some of the lyrics from "My All" by Mariah Carey
Disclaimer: I don't own em
Summary: Logan thinks of the girl he left behind.
Comments: I don't know where I'm going with this..:) lol
Feedback: Please! I need feedback..preferable GOOD!
Rain pelted down on his mangy leather jacket as the deep growl of the
motorcycle beneath him echoed in the night. It was at least 3AM, and sleep
was settling in his eyes...but his mind was set on much more important
He could feel it...feel her. The damn connection that burdened him most
times. If he ever got in the middle of a fight...or dared to push the edge
and go on his 8th beer..he could hear her in his mind, could already see her
frowning at his self-demise. Secretly, he could feel her in the back of his
mind...monitoring him..making sure he didn't get into too much trouble.
Usually Logan would block her out....revel in his self-loathing. But, late
at night he would close his eyes, breathe deeply, and try to look deep inside
of her mind.
I am thinking of you
In my sleepless solitude
If it's wrong to love you
Then my heart just won't let me be right
It was stupid to still be suffering after all of this time....to still miss
her...she had probably moved on...
Hell, by now she was grown-up....
It was stupid. He knew that it was. To still hold a flame for the young
girl he had met all those years ago..but she was the first person he had ever
really..loved, even if he couldn't voice his opinion.
His head was battling with his heart...she was like a sister to him, an
innocent, deep...beautiful,sister who didn't judge him....
*Stop it Logan..* he reprimanded.
'Cause I've drowned in you
And I won't pull through
Without you by my side
Cold air hit his exposed face, and sent a chilled shiver through him as soon
as the cold, whipping, wind came in contact with his wet, matted hair. Who
cared if he got pneumonia anyway..
It was true, the power to heal -did- come in handy.
Baby can you feel me
Imagining I'm looking in your eyes
I can see you clearly
vividly emblazoned in my mind
She was driving him on. It felt like he was doing this against his own
will..but deep down he was turning into a giddy teenage boy, just thinking
about seeing her again.
His heart throbbed though....he couldn't touch her...probably would never be
able to touch her...
How badly he wanted to hold her....feel her smooth skin. And it was
Logan had to be tough...he had to be tough as nails. All of his
life...well..that which he remembered...he had been a trouble-maker..had
never needed anyone except himself.
These days though...just the thought of the young woman/child, Rogue, who had
looked deeply into his eyes so long ago...made him pure putty. She had
looked into his soul...and wasn't afraid.
No one had ever done that to him..no one would ever be able to do it again,
and make him feel like she did.
It was true...the tough guy had a soft spot for Rogue.
And yet you're so far
Like a distant star
I'm wishing on tonight
Logan mentally convinced himself though, that he wasn't going back for her.
He was -not- going back to see her again.....to fall back in love with her.
He was just going...home. It had been long enough and it was time he went
back...for how long, he wasn't sure.
Damn, who was he kidding...he could put up all of his walls and that kid
would tear them down with one longing glance. *Your such a wimp...*
His hands brushed past the pocket of his leather jacket and he pulled out a
small faded picture.
The young innocent features jumped out to him, and he felt himself become
His little..Marie. Using her Nancy Drew skills she had found him at one
point on his trip...sent him a picture. Must have thought he would forget
Impossible. She was the only thing that made him feel this way...made him
feel practically human.
Darkness settled in behind the tree's, but Logan wouldn't stop.
Determination drove him on....His past was in the way of his future...and he
needed to rebuild bridges before anything else.