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Open Letter (That'll Never Get Sent)

Just a small piece I wrote a couple days ago, a letter I imagined Rogue would like to send to Pyro, only she has no way to contact him now. And that she probably wouldn't even send if she could.

Full of un-finished thoughts, which, I like the way they work.

Set Post-X2, just at its end. Not X3 compatible, seeing as X3-Cyclops wouldn't probably feel up to telling the students anything and-much to my eternal regret-Rogue was evidently still dating Bobby.

Text:
Mr. Summers asked that we move your stuff again today.
He says it's a 'waste of space' but then again no one's asked him to get rid of Jean's things. He's allowed to mourn.
I feel like I'm mourning you, too.

Bobby would've gladly burnt everything, but you're the one with the pyrokinesis. And it's not like I would've let him.
We I broke things off. It wouldn't have worked very much longer anyway. It's not like I-
I miss you. You are, were, a great part of us here. (I still can't believe you...)
And I can't really blame Mr. Summers. He clearly misses her a lot.

I've kept some of your stuff in my room, in case you ever... I don't think you will, though. Come back for it, I mean. I'm still...

What you asked me about; I did. I still do.
& I'm sorry I couldn't tell you sooner.

I guess I just-I just wish that you'd come back.

Description
Open Letter (That'll Never Get Sent)

Just a small piece I wrote a couple days ago, a letter I imagined Rogue would like to send to Pyro, only she has no way to contact him now. And that she probably wouldn't even send if she could.

Full of un-finished thoughts, which, I like the way they work.

Set Post-X2, just at its end. Not X3 compatible, seeing as X3-Cyclops wouldn't probably feel up to telling the students anything and-much to my eternal regret-Rogue was evidently still dating Bobby.

Text:
Mr. Summers asked that we move your stuff again today.
He says it's a 'waste of space' but then again no one's asked him to get rid of Jean's things. He's allowed to mourn.
I feel like I'm mourning you, too.

Bobby would've gladly burnt everything, but you're the one with the pyrokinesis. And it's not like I would've let him.
We I broke things off. It wouldn't have worked very much longer anyway. It's not like I-
I miss you. You are, were, a great part of us here. (I still can't believe you...)
And I can't really blame Mr. Summers. He clearly misses her a lot.

I've kept some of your stuff in my room, in case you ever... I don't think you will, though. Come back for it, I mean. I'm still...

What you asked me about; I did. I still do.
& I'm sorry I couldn't tell you sooner.

I guess I just-I just wish that you'd come back.