Lover Boy (mlm wolverinexmalereader)

Part 11

What's gonna be left of the world if you're not in it?
What's gonna be left of the world? - Good Grief,
Bastille

>>two weeks later<<

Everyone gathers in the sitting room. Everyone is dressed in black, and a somber cloud seems to cover the whole school. It's a double funeral. How ironic. The past two weeks, you had not spoken a word to Logan, and Wade comforted you. You still shared a room, but he got home late and left early in the morning, so your paths rarely crossed. Jean was gone now, off with magneto. Everything was going to hell, and there was nothing you could do about it. You felt so out of place now, you spent most of your time alone. Wade tried his best to help, but there wasn't really much anyone could do. You missed Scott, and you missed Logan. You missed when things had been normal. You hated her. If only she had never come back. You hated her because you knew you would always be the other man. Always Logan's second choice.

"Hey, why don't we do something fun?" Wade could see you were lost in your thoughts again.

"Ya, ok," you smiled gratefully as he held your shoulder gently, guiding you out of the room. You passed Logan on the way out, and you saw the anger flickering behind his gaze at the way Wade held onto you. You didn't let it bother you.

After you changed into more comfortable clothes, you and Wade drove into the city together. He took you to Central Park, and you stood in comfortable silence as you fed the ducks in the pond.

"You're going to have to talk to him eventually, you know," Wade broke the silence, pulling his hood tighter around his face.

"I know," You sighed. "I don't know if I'm ready to forgive him yet." You chuckled, throwing some seeds, the ducks squabbling to get some.

"Why are boys so complicated?" Wade huffed, and you smiled for the first time in a long time. You watched the sun glint off the water, your brow furrowed in concentration.

"I think I'll be mad for a little bit longer, he's a wanker," you finally conclude, but there is a cheeky smile on your face.

"Amen brother," Wade nods, throwing a playful arm over your shoulder

***

>>After the events of X-men Last Stand<<

"I know baby, I know," all your anger is gone as Logan broke in your arms. His sobs drilled holes in your heart, and a few tears of your own dripped down your chin.

"I had to do it!" He cries out, gripping your shirt as he bawls in your arms.

"It's ok I know," you close your eyes, rubbing his back. You're sitting on our bedroom floor, and it has taken a few days for you to pull what happened out of Logan. But now that the dam had broken, there was no stopping it now. And that was ok.

"I'm so sorry.... I had to do it, I had to kill her!" His love trembles as his whole body shakes. His desperate cries would haunt you forever, the way he held onto you like he was drowning and you were the last life jacket. He gasped through his sobs, a quiet scream escaping his lips. You could do nothing but hold him, a little sob escaping you. It broke your heart to see him like this.

"I know baby, you're ok my love," you grabbed his head, holding him close and pressing kisses to his hair as he made little desperate noises.

"It's my fault, I could have saved them, I should have saved them..." he hiccups, and you continue to stroke his hair, rocking him gently.

"It's not your fault. None of this is your fault. It's not your fault. It's not your fault." You held his face, wiping his tears. He sniffled, blinking up at you.

"It's not your fault," you whisper again, your thumb brushing over his bottom lip. He furrows his brow, wiping a tear off your own cheek.

"I'm so sorry I hurt you... I'm so sorry..." he mumbled, studying your features.

"It's ok now my darling, everything is ok now," you smiled reassuringly, kissing your finger and pressing it to his lips softly. A few stray tears drop down his face, and you wipe them gently, humming the song he wrote for you all those months ago. He recognizes the song, a little nervous smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"I think I'm ok now," he swallowed, wiping his nose on his sleeve.

"Ok, why don't we go eat ice cream, ok?" You asked, helping him stand.

He nods, and you make your way to the kitchen together.

As you walk. You get different reactions from people. Some people shoot him looks of pity, some people glare at him. You glare back. He ignores them, squeezing your hand to stay grounded. You grab everything you need, and you go to the home theater. Usually kids got lectures here, but now, you watched his favorite and stuffed your faces. You could tell he was grateful, his hand resting on yours most of the night.

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