Hey Logan,
How are you? Dumb question, so never mind. If you were okay, you'd be back. But you're not. You're gone, and might never return.
Jean says you'll be fine, but I can't help but worry.
I wish I was like Jean. Then I could talk to you with my mind, instead of like this.
Dang. Talk about my train of thought derailing.
I miss you, even though you haven't been gone that long. I've been thinking about you every day. It must be a side-effect of when you touched me.
I've been thinking a lot about that, too.
I remember when we first had contact, that night I came into your room when you were dreaming. And thenthe expression you had when we touched. I don't thinkI'll ever forget the shock that was written so clearly on your face.
I ended up seeing your thoughts. I saw what you went through. And I could almost feel what they did to you.
Don't feel bad. Almost instantly the thoughts began to fade. In a way, I was kind of glad. They were so horrible, I found myself crying that night from the memories. But they went away.
And then...
Then I was taken. I was so scared. I kept thinking that you'd come and save me. Time kept passing by. And the longer I waited, the more unlikely it seemed that you would come for me.
I saw Magneto walk up to me. I couldn't get away because I was tied to that machine.
He put his hands to my face, even though I begged him not to.
I didn't know what was happening at the time. When Magneto touched me, it got dark. I must have passed out. But before I did, I saw you fly over me, and I thought you were an angel.
Everything went black.
Then slowly, it started getting brighter.
I opened my eyes, only to see your face, with the same expression written on it as the first time I touched you.
Shock.
You were touching me. Your strong hands were on my face. I pushed you back, because you wouldn't let go. I hoped it wasn't too late.
But it was. I saw you lying on the ground. For some reason, your wounds wouldn't heal. I kept waiting for them to disappear, like the time we first met. But they didn't.
And now you're gone. And there's nothing I can do.
Oh, Logan. I miss you so much. Please come back.
"Rogue?" Jean says, as she enters the doorway. "You should get to your classes."
Rogue looks down at the man on the table, and gently puts her gloved hand in his. He is covered in bandages that she knows shouldn't be there.
"Goodbye, Logan," Rogue whispers. And she leaves.