Whispers

 
 

stops

Rogue is saying something from the bathroom and he's pretty sure he was responding when he suddenly stops, staring at the calendar on the wall by the dresser. For a long, terrible moment nothing exists, nothing but the realization that two years has somehow become two months, and then the world starts again. Remy draws a shattering breath.

"Remy?"

He turns toward the concern in Rogue's voice and, seeing her, pulls her to him roughly. He doesn't speak, just holds her like a drowning man clings to the rock.

"It's okay," she whispers, comforting him. "Remy, it's okay."

It isn't.

 


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