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Unrequited

Remy Lebeau x Rouge (Anna-Marie)

Word count: 712

Summery: Remy confesses to Rouge

A/N: This was requested and I usually don't write character x character but I tried it.

It was getting late, and the sun was setting, leaving the sky a mix of pink and blue. Rouge sat in the garden of the school, looking at the plants, deep in thought. Her eyes look almost sad when she looks up at the sound of footsteps on the grass behind her.

Remy approaches her cautiously, almost like he's worried he'll scare her off, his heart pounding in his chest so hard it would probably ache later.

Rouge turns to face Remy, watching him take a deep breath before speaking. "Rogue, can I talk to ya for a moment?" He let out a nervous sigh, watching her scoot over, leaving room for him to sit. A way to close the gap between them, if she even felt a gap like he did.

He didn't sit, though, he just stood, never taking his eyes off of her.

"Dere's somethin' I gotta tell ya. Somethin' I been holdin' back for a while now." He starts, and Rouge tilts her head, curious at what he might say next.

"What is it, Remy?" She questioned. Remy looked over her face, taking in how beautiful she is, almost like if he looked long enough, he'd get the confidence to finally say it, although that wasn't true. "I love ya, Anna-Marie I know it ain't easy, with all da things we got goin' on. But I love ya, deeper than anythin' else." He spoke before letting his gaze fall to her lips, waiting for the right words to fall from them.

But all he gets is, "I- I have to think about this, Remy." He pauses and blinks at her before speaking again. "Okay, yeah take your time."

That night Remy had barely slept, too anxious about Rouge's answer, and that morning, when Remy found his way to the kitchen, he saw Rouge seated at the table, seemingly lost in thought.

"Mornin', cher. How ya doin'?" He speaks, hoping to lighten the mood, but already has a feeling that it wouldn't help, no matter how hard he tried, the moment she looked towards him. "Remy, about last night..." She starts but trails off, seemingly not wanting to say whatever she was going to. "Ya don't have to say it. I can see it in your eyes." He says he already knew where the conversation was going.

His heart ached, but not in the way he thought it would when he last talked to her, no, it ached more like he had a hole in his chest that was being rinsed with alcohol.

Rouge sighed deeply before speaking again. "Remy, you're a good man. But I don't... I just don't feel the same way. Not like that." Remy shuffled backwards a little, moving towards the door, but gave her a smile that couldn't be more forced if he wanted to be. "It's okay, Rouge. Really. Some things... some things just don't work out, and I understand." He said looking out one of the windows.

"I didn't mean to hurt you, Remy." She tries to tell him to bring a hand up to comfort him, but stops herself and instead holds it close to her chest. "You didn't hurt me. You didn't do anything wrong, Rouge." He said trying to not make her feel bad, but before she could speak again, he turned on his heels and left.

Remy's chest ached in a way that he never imagined, no matter the wounds he got from battles, none would ever compare to the feeling he had now.

He almost wished he never said anything to her that evening, he somehow would've preferred forever longingly gazing at her, but he knew that he would've wondered even longer. "You look like you got ran over by a truck." Logan speaks up from behind Remy before coming to stand beside him.

"Feels like it." Remy let out a dry chuckle before glancing at Logan. "It'll get easier. Trust me." Logan says while crossing his arms over his chest. "You'll be alright. You're tougher than you look." Logan looks at Remy before looking back at the sun that's starting to rise over the treeline.

Maybe Remy would be alright eventually, but for now he would have to hold onto the ache in his chest.