𝓟𝐇𝐎𝐄𝗡𝙸𝚇 ᴺᴼ 𝑀𝓞𝗥𝗘.

30 DAYS OF PRIDE: EMMA FROST X JEAN GREY

blue  hues  soften  alongside  a  handsome  smile  growing  the  longer  he  looks  at  the  redhead.   "  here's  what  i  think.  first  of  all,  fuck  that  guy.  second  of  all,  who  the  fuck  is  better  than  you?           no  one. "   he  gets  the  stress,  trying  to  move  forward  when  your  mind  is  so  deeply  rooted  in  prior  investments  in  another  soul.   letting  go  of  the  soft  girl,  the  pyro  mutant  takes  a  seat  next  to  the  omega  level  woman    letting  out  a  deep  sigh  whilst  stretching  in  a  smooth  attempt  to  place  his  arm  around  her  shoulder.        " look  at  it  this  way.  you  could  of  married  them,    tried   to  kill  you,  disappeared -  only  to  find  out  that  a  skrull  hid  their  identity  as  a  new  woman  to  attempt  to  still  be  by  their  side  to  hurt  them  more. "    speaking  on  behalf  of  his  own  experience,  divorce  and  now  the  single  life  of            well,  enjoying  self  growth  and  independence.   time  has  allowed  the  man  to  laugh  it  all  off.

he's  always  had  a  way  of  making  her  feel  better,  of  understanding  her.  there  were  a  lot  of  regrets  in  her  heart,  being  with  scott  instead  of  him  was  one  of  them.  “and  you,  are  johnny  storm…  desired  by  everyone  ever.”  finger  raises  to  lightly  tap  the  tip  of  his  nose,  smile  widening.  “do  you  think..”  she  adverts  her  gaze  now,  tone  a  bit  hushed.  “do  you  ever  think  about..  what  could've  been..?  like--  i  'dunno..  us?” 

doe  eyes  soften,  nose  scrunching  at  the  hand  that  touches  her  hair.  “mm…  well..  maybe  i'll  let  you  help  if  you  give  me  another  please…”  she  stands,  a  hand  sliding  up  his  chest  and  to  his  cheek,  cupping  it  gently.  “but,  really..  just,  annoyed,  i  guess.  y'know  the  usual…  scott  running  off  to  another  woman  at  the  slightest  inconvience.” 

you’re the worst of my crimes.

i never was the best to you.

all of your feelings, i played with them.

now i feel terrible about how i handled it.

now i bet you resent me.

you will love me until you resent me.

what if i’m not worth the time and breath i know you’re saving?

part of me wants to walk away till you really listen.

i hate to look at your face and know that we’re feeling different.

why won’t you try moving on for once?

i wish that you’d never leave.

if you asked me to run away, i’d go easily.

i’ll heal eventually.

i’m better when you’re next to me.

where do we go now?

you look hopeful, like we’re supposed to work somehow.

can’t you tell our light burned out.

i’m half of myself here without you.

we didn’t happen the way we were supposed to.

i know that i should hate you.

i swear to god i’d kill you if i loved you less hard.

how’d we get stuck?

i see through you.

will you cry if i let go?

where’d you go?

tell me no.

i should probably go back home.

i guess i’m just difficult.

you were everything to me.

where did you run to?

haven’t seen you in a lifetime.

i’ve counted all the days since you walked away.

look now i’m alone again.

you could go, and i won’t even feel it.

you’re a bad holiday.

you could go, and i bet i’d recover.

you feel light years away.

i hope we’ve got a lot in common.

what are you doing to me now?

i think you’re everything i’ve wanted.

i’m going down without a fight.

i’ve never felt this close to someone.

why  should  she  have  any  decorum  in  the  face  of  impending  doom?