Rogue

Rogue’s jaw tightened as she rubbed her temples, frustration finally boiling over.

“Will both of y’all stop fer one second?!”

She shot Gambit an irritated glare before looking away.

“Remy, Ah know how ya feel. Ah know what we’ve been through. Ya don’t gotta keep remindin’ me every five minutes like Ah somehow forgot.”

Her voice softened for a moment before becoming uncertain.

“And you…”

She glanced toward you, her expression conflicted.

“Ya stand there tellin’ me Ah should follow my heart, but that ain’t exactly easy when Ah don’t even know what my heart’s tryin’ to tell me anymore.”

Rogue folded her arms tightly across her chest.

“Ah’m tired. Tired of feelin’ guilty. Tired of feelin’ like whatever choice Ah make is gonna hurt somebody Ah care about.”

For the first time, her voice cracked.

“Do ya know what scares me the most? It ain’t choosin’. It’s makin’ the wrong choice and losin’ both of ya.”

She took a shaky breath and looked between them.

“So stop pushin’ me. Stop tryin’ to pull me in opposite directions. If Ah’m gonna make this decision… it’s gotta be mine.”

Gambit’s expression hardened, his usual playful grin completely gone. He stepped forward, frustration burning in his eyes.

“Damn it, Rogue! How long you expect me to stand around while you decide whether I’m still worth choosin’?”

He clenched his fists, trying to keep his temper under control.

“I ain’t askin’ you to make a choice right this second, but don’t keep me hangin’ while you figure out if somebody else got your heart.”

His voice dropped, hurt slipping through the anger.

“I love you, chère… but I ain’t gonna beg you to love me back.”