You've been thinking about it for weeks. It was a difficult decision, but you've been feeling more and more that it's time to leave. It's not because you're angry or resentful towards anyone on the team. No. You love these people. They've become like family to you. But at some point, you realized that you've been losing yourself in the constant battles, the responsibilities, and the pain. You needed to find yourself again. Somewhere far away. All by yourself. You decided to leave without saying goodbye. Not because you didn't respect them. But because you knew that if you started talking, you'd break down. And maybe you'd stay. But you'd still have to leave. The night enveloped Xavier's Mansion in a soft blanket of silence. It was just as you'd hoped—empty and quiet. Not a soul in the corridors. You tiptoed downstairs, carrying two suitcases. Inside, it wasn't just clothes. It was your life. There were pieces of the past that you wanted to keep, and hope for a new future. You were almost to the front entrance when you heard footsteps. Even, steady, as if the person wasn't in a hurry but knew where they were going. You stopped abruptly. Turned around. The moonlight was shining through the window, and in it you saw him. Scott. He was standing a few feet away, almost blending into the shadows, and he was looking right at you. His eyes flicked to the suitcases, then back to you. There was no surprise on his face—as if he knew. Felt. But it didn’t ease the pain. He was silent, as if fighting with himself, but then he exhaled. “…You’re leaving?”