Rogue barely saw the students milling about around her as she made her way down the hallway, hair flaring out around her as she sped up, dodging bodies. Or trying to avoid leaving any. Maybe. She almost grinned and pulled her pouty plump bottom lip between her teeth as she fled down the stairs. Oh, to be so close, and yet so far away...
Something sharp bit into her thigh as she moved and she winced, feeling the warm trickle of blood drip down her thigh as she rounded the corner, heart leaping wildly beneath her breast.
Marie raised a delicate hand to the sleek curve of her throat for the slick comfort offered by the dog tags, but dropped it at the empty ache that awaited her instead. She gulped hard past the tears and slammed her eyes shut as she reached the deserted corridor, bracing herself against the smooth panel for comfort, feeling as if she could break through the barrier if she saw fit. Her shoulders heaved, suddenly overwhelmed by the torment of the past few… years.
Her nose flared and she rested her forehead against the mahogany, her hair a rippling curtain shielding her fear, rolling to the side. It didn’t matter anyway, she was alone. Always alone.
And maybe that’s how it should be. Swallowing the sob that rose, she slammed her palm into the hidden catch in the wall and dove through the dim lit passage.
Rogue struggled to catch her breath as she stood on the edge of truth and tore at her clothes. Stopping to pull the sharp object from her restraining denim pocket. Stripping down to just her bra and panties, watching pieces of her swim before her eyes.
“I love you.”
She let the water take her.