There was no funeral. After all, nobody really knew them that well. But Charles did bury them. With Beast, Storm and Havoc by his sides. Nobody said anything.
Charles never cried. Not since he lost Eric. But, today, one single tear rolled down his cheek and fell onto his lap.
He had buried them all side by side.
On the right - Logan Howlette - The Wolverine.
On the Left - Scott Summers - Cyclops
In the middle of the two - Jean Grey - Our Hero
Upon each grave lay -not a cross- an X.
Jean was buried in Logan's jacket with Scott's goggles. Between the two men she had loved most in the world.
After that day, there was not another mention of the three youngest X-Men. But Phoenix went down in history.
The End
A/N
I'm sorry if this quickly went down hill. I am also sorry that it was so short and it took me a year to finish it. I can almost taste your dissatisfaction 😂.
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