“Are you sure about this,” a deep voice asked from the single chair in the room.
“Yes,” answered the white haired female, drawing imaginary patterns on the hard plastic surface of the suitcase lying next to her.
“Can’t I say or do anything to make reconsider,” the man tried again.
“No,” was the single word answer.
“So, this your final decision,” his voice grew tighter.
“Yes” hers remained calm. The storm outside, telling the true story of the storm waging inside her heart.
“What brought this on?” he asked, his hands reaching for hers.
“If you have to ask, then you don’t deserve to know,” she withdrew her hands to behind her back.
“Where will you go?” his voice grew flat.
“Westchester,” hers stayed the same. “Xavier has offered me a teaching position.”
“Teaching?”
“Yes. He is starting a school for people like us.”
“Where will you stay?” he inquired, trying to find chink in her armor.
“At the school.”
“At the school?” his voice squeaked.
“The school is in his mansion,” she clarified.
“Oh,” he sounded dejected, but not so much.
“Yes,” she sounded relieved, but not as much.
“Will we meet again?” he grasped for hope.
“I don’t know?” she didn’t give any.
She stood up and hefted the suitcase. He offered to help, but she didn’t take.
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She was outside the front door, he was inside.
“So this is goodbye,” he looked directly at her.
“Yes,” she looked at anywhere but him.
“Goodbye Ororo,” he stepped forward.
“Goodbye Lucas,” she stepped back.
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“Till next time,” he called to her back.
“No....,” she didn’t look back.
"Forever"
TBC...
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