You and Logan were close.

The two of you stuck together through thick and thin, yet whenever his gaze wandered it didn’t turn to you. It turned towards Jean.

Jean Grey— the most brilliant and beautiful mutant you knew. You couldn’t blame him for falling into the deep end when it came to her. She was in all ways, a magnetic force that seemed to pull people to her.

Even if it felt painful watching him hang on her words. An odd sense of pity had filled you when she and Scott got together. Not sure who you felt pity for, but you did.

You watched the two men quarrel over the woman. And you would grin when Logan talked about her as if she’d hung the moon and stars just for him.

You weren’t much better now were you? Pining after a man that wouldn’t give two shits over you if you hadn’t been introduced to each other by the professor.

So here the two of you were, drinking bottle after bottle infront of the manor— both mourning what could’ve been.

”I hate you Logan, I hate you so much.” You’d sob before collapsing onto the wet grass. It was cold and wet and you just really hated him.

”Ain’t the only one..” Logan muttered as he grabbed the bottle from your hand. Gulping it down before laying down beside you, the usual frown creasing his face.

You already knew he would never love you like he loved her.