Tears run down his cheeks.
He considers fighting them, but the last feeble remnants of pride have been washed away by the pain
The last time he can remember crying, was when he held Rogue, still and lifeless in his arms, on top of the Statue of Liberty. He cried for her then, that strange little waif that climbed into the back of his truck, wormed her way into his heart and changed his life forever. Cried for the first time in his memory.
Now, he cries for another woman.
He cries for a love he never had, and things that never were, things that never happened.
He cries for what might have been.
The words he told the distraught young man, are possibly the truest words he's ever spoken.
She made a choice. She chose Scott.
He considers fighting them, but the last feeble remnants of pride have been washed away by the pain
The last time he can remember crying, was when he held Rogue, still and lifeless in his arms, on top of the Statue of Liberty. He cried for her then, that strange little waif that climbed into the back of his truck, wormed her way into his heart and changed his life forever. Cried for the first time in his memory.
Now, he cries for another woman.
He cries for a love he never had, and things that never were, things that never happened.
He cries for what might have been.
The words he told the distraught young man, are possibly the truest words he's ever spoken.
She made a choice. She chose Scott.