Why Is It So Hard?                                        By Nadja Lee                                     23/11/01

English is not my native language. Please forgive me my mistakes.

Disclaimer: “X-men” and all the characters here belong to Marvel, 20 Century Fox and I intend no infringement, this is a piece of amateur fan fiction, and I make no money of it.

Only the original idea contained within this work is the property of the author. Please do not copy this story to any website or archive without permission of the author.

Timeline: Set in the movie universe. After the movie.

Universe: Set in the movie universe; NOT the book which goes with it.

Romance: Logan/Rogue

Summary: Why is it always so hard to say those 3 special words?

Archiving: Want, ASK, take,  have.

Feedback: Yes, please. My e-mail address is neh@post10.tele.dk.

Rating: PG-13

Sequel/series: None

Part 1:

Hey, lov. You look beautiful as always. I’ve missed you. *Grin* Yeah, I know I saw you yesterday but I still missed you.

The others don’t like this, you know. Me seeing you I mean. Strange, I always figured that if Scooter even gave a damn he’d warn you of me and not the other way around.

‘This is no good for you. You must stop seeing her,’ he told me the other day. Can you believe that? Like I give a damn what he thinks. I know, darlin’, he means well but he has no right interfering in my…our affairs.

Well, enough about that. See what I brought for you. It’s the dress you wanted. Remember some time ago you showed me a catalogue and said you wanted this dress. I said it was too expensive and not worth spending money on. But now I brought it for you. Do you like it? It’ll suit you. Want to try it on? Yeah, you can do that later. I’ll just lay it here next to you.

Is that a smile I see? Yes, it is. I love to see you smile; it always makes me happy. I never told you that? I meant to. I meant to say that. But you know how much you mean to me, right? Surely you must know. I don’t say it with words but…

It’s beautiful out here. Sunshine and everything. So pretty; like you. Of course I find you attractive; how can you doubt that? No, don’t say that. I love everything I see. To me you’ll always be the world’s most beautiful woman. I haven’t said that before? I meant to. I meant to.

Oh, Marie. I meant to say so much to you. So much. Why was it so hard? Why was I so proud? Why was I so afraid to get hurt when I know you’ll never hurt me? Never.

Come here, lov. Yes, now I can tell you. Now I can say it. I love you. I meant to say it sooner. I don’t know why I didn’t. But I do love you and I always will. Always.

 

 

Up at the mansion a single tear rolled down Scott’s cheek as he looked out into the sunlight garden and saw Logan sitting next to Rogue’s gravestone; talking with her as he had every day since her death 15 years ago.

Some loves, Scott mused, really do last forever.

 

The End