Whispers

 
 

bridges

He tries everything to bridge this nameless wound between them. Rogue doesn't answer questions. His touch leaves her cold. Finally, Remy balls up all his grief and rage and flings it at her, needing her reaction, her anger, something.

"She had m' eyes." He grits the words through his teeth, that painful, terrible truth. The first child that is visibly his has died.

She looks up at him then, sucking in her breath sharply. It hurts, but when she embraces him, wordless comfort, their tears mingle and breath is harsh and jagged. He's feeling. He's finally, finally, feeling her again.
 


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