Rain

You thought rain was just a movie cliché, but fate would only play a cruel trick on you at such a sensitive moment, the burial of your man. You couldn't tear your gaze away from the grave of the man you once considered the love of your life. You still felt guilty because the day he died, he did it for you... even if you only remained friends, he still did it, he sacrificed himself for you, for everyone. The Genosha incident was mentioned again and again in the news as if it were now one of the biggest terrorist attacks. You isolated yourself from everyone, you shut yourself away from the other mutants. Not even Jean could convince you to leave your room. It was the worst decision of your life.

Tears soaked your pillow, tears fell and fell uncontrollably until you were dry and inevitably succumbed to sleep. Your thoughts were filled with that moment. in that summer In which Remy, you, and Magneto went to Genosha, only you and Magneto came out alive that day. just right...the sacrifice, like Gambit ended up a hero, blowing up that machine that killed almost everyone, if not 90%, of the mutants on Genosha, but he died in that explosion...the one he himself caused. Your dream was filled with his voice, his last words. You couldn't even say goodbye when you held him in your arms...lifeless. Tears...more tears fell on his beautiful face, then you woke up.

You were sweating, panting, trying to find peace, but a voice abruptly shattered your sleep.

"It's good you're awake, mon cheri. I thought you wouldn't."

Your eyes widened as you saw him in front of you. It was HIM, REMY, sitting in a chair with that same smile on his face. He died in your arms, and he was here? You tried to move away from "Remy," your man, but he approached, worried to see you so... Disturbed, he could see right through you.

"Hey, everything alright? I just came to check on you. I got really worried when I heard you were locked up in here."

Why did this conversation feel so real? Like he hadn't died? And then you realized... this thing isn't him, you could feel it... you had to find a way to show it, you had to push it away. But strangely, his grip on your shoulders tightened, became more possessive. His smile grew warmer, but there was another edge, more terrifying... this isn't REMY