Lover Boy (mlm wolverinexmalereader)

Part 15

You'd always wondered what happened after death. Was it painful? Did each molecule of your body split and drift apart, becoming one with the earth? You weren't sure if that was what was happening to you, but it didn't feel painful. You were walking, barefoot through a tall field. It could hear voices, but they were all jumbled. A figure, in the distance.

"Mom!" You cried out, running into your dear mother's warm embrace.

"Hello sweetheart," your father's familiar voice.

"Daddy!" You pull them both close to you. They felt so real, it all felt so real.

"Listen Y/N, you cannot stay here." Your mother whispers, grabbing your face.

"But... I want to stay, I want to stay with you..." you whisper, and your father gently wipes a tear from your cheek.

"He still needs you,  little pumpkin, they all still need you. Your time will come, but it is not today...." Everything begins to fade away.

"No! Wait! Don't leave-"

You sit up, gasping for air. The world comes into view, and every eye in the room shoots up. Henry, Storm and a few other students are gathered around, and you're in the med room. You're dressed in a black suit, and you furrow your brow. You don't remember how you got here. All you remember is walking through the woods, and your parents....

"What the fuck happened?" You mumble.

"What the fuck!" One person you don't recognize shouts. Everyone melts out of their shock, running to you.

"You're alive?" Storm begins to rip your clothes off, and you struggle against her.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"The wounds are gone!" Everyone begins to talk at once and you feel like you're going to explode.

"Everyone one shut the fuck up!!!" You yell, a blast of heat knocking everyone a few feet back.

"What is happening?" You take a deep breath.

"You died Y/N, you've been dead for three days," Henry informs you.

"Well shit."

***

Logan sits on his bed, the one he shared with you. A normal person would be crying, but he only sat cold and still. He watched students play and learn outside. He feels nothing. He watched the life drift out of you, he heard your lungs rattle as you died in his arms. He stands, clearing his throat. It feels like it's been forever since he's used it. Only three days have passed, but it feels like eternity and yet no time at all in the same moment. He isn't ready to go through your stuff, but he knows he will have to eventually. maybe, if he just left everything the way it is, it will feel like you never left.

He picks up the sweater balled in his fist. It is still covered in your blood. It still smelt so strongly of you, it brought him comfort. Finally, a tear rolled down his cheek as he held the sweater close to his face, mumbling your name softly. He's lost so much, he'd lost Jean, Scott, Jean, the professor, you...

Suddenly there is a knock at his door.

"You ready?" It's Remy, with a somber expression on his face as he pushes the door open. Today is your wake, the last time anyone will ever see you again. He stands, adjusting his suit and clearing his throat.

"Yes," they make their way outside, only to find no one where they are supposed to be gathered.

Logan looks around in confusion,

"Where is everyone?" He asks gruffly.

"Logan!!! Logan, he's back!" Storm calls to you, running down the hill.