Fervent Feelings

X-Logan Chapter 25 - Every Day You're/I'm gone, I Hope the Memories Stay Strong

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any requests for things we want to see in Fervent feelings? Specific interactions? Stuff involving Laura? Flashbacks? Lmk! Also this new job OML jesus h christ, I don't even have time to rot on my phone. WARNING CHAPTER UPDATES WILL BE SLOW FROM HERE OUT!!! i fed you guys when i first published this last month with multiple updates a day, but with my new lifestyle it just really isn't doable right now ESPECIALLY because I don't know how to end the fic and I want it to be perf.
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My eyes grow heavy as I stare out the window, watching the landscape blur past, a swirl of greens and yellows in the fading daylight. My head leans against the cool glass, the gentle rumble of the car lulling me toward sleep. My eyelids droop, barely able to stay open, and before I know it, the world outside slips away, overtaken by the comforting haze of dreams.

A streak of golden sunlight floods my vision, blinding me, and I wince, my hand instinctively shielding my face. I blink hard, realizing I've drifted off. I feel a familiar nudge against my arm, and I glance sideways. A hand—his hand—shakes me awake gently.

"Seriously?" I groan, shifting in the passenger seat, still groggy from sleep. "When you drag me out of the house, the least you could do is let me rest."

He flashes that annoyingly perfect smile, the one that's both charming and cocky. "Yeah, well, when you get your license, I'll think about it."

I roll my eyes, feeling the frustration rise. "Hey, I do have my permit, you know."

"I know, Y/N," The familiar figure replies, his voice teasing. "You never let me forget."

I glance out the window again, the scenery slipping by, but my mind is elsewhere, restless. "Where are we even going, anyway?" I shift in my seat, fidgeting with my hands, picking at my cuticles.

He hums softly, his fingers tapping a steady rhythm on the steering wheel. "Just for a drive. I... wanted to talk."

There's something in his voice that sets me on edge. It's too casual, too calm. I can feel the undercurrent of his emotions—a swirl of nervousness and worry. His attempts at masking it are pointless around me. I can feel everything. "You're nervous," I mutter, my tone sharper than intended. "And worried."

Their grip tightens ever so slightly on the wheel. "Y/N, it's just that—"

"No, Scott!" I interrupt, my frustration bubbling to the surface. "I'm so sick and tired of this conversation. We just go round and round. When are you going to get it? I'm not Jean, and I'm not the professor."

Scott's concern washes over me in waves, and I can't help but feel the weight of it. He sneaks glances at me, his jaw tense. "We're just concerned. You don't go out, you don't make friends, you hardly even go to class!" His voice rises, a mixture of exasperation and helplessness.

I close my eyes, squeezing them shut, trying to keep the tears from falling. But it's no use—the dam's about to break. "It's different with you," I whisper, my voice trembling. "I've known you my whole life. I know how you react to things. Your feelings are like second nature to me."

My chest tightens as I recall the moments in class, the overwhelming flood of emotions. "I don't just feel what they're feeling, Scott. It's like I become them — their sadness, their desperation. It's suffocating." My voice is barely a whisper now as if saying it aloud might pull me under again. "The heartbreak... the loneliness of the runaways. It's so deep that it feels like I'm drowning in it." The words crack, my throat tightening around the memory of those moments.

My gaze shifts, momentarily lost in the passing scenery, before I speak again, quieter this time. "And when someone likes me, even just a stupid crush, I feel everything. My skin gets hot, and I start stumbling over my words. My heart races so fast, it feels like it's going to burst out of my chest." I shake my head, swallowing hard. "And the pity—your pity, Jean's, Ororo's, the professor's... I can feel it, and it just makes everything worse."