It has almost been fourteen months since my last meeting with Charles Xavier. I was busy with work during those times; mostly discarded and rewriting drafts for my next cover story that I was planning. From those days, I had no time to think about him because I realized that he did not clearly matter to me and vice versa and I did not have anything to do with him at all. The last time we met, I was simply dropping Drew to a place where I knew, but quite doubted, he would belong. It would seem we would likely have a relationship back then as acquaintances but something simmered once I get back to my own place and start thinking rationally as I went back to my own life. I started to get back immediately when I realized how ashen my previous apartment was. Some of my furniture has been blanched to dust with fire caused by Drew. I was out of the extent from going back to my own lifestyle only to help the kid and I forgot what my aspirations were for a short while of being a great reporter.
From that point on, I haven't heard about Charles Xavier anywhere nor have seen him in the news. I remember thinking to myself that I will be indebted to him for saving my life a few years ago. To think it now, I already had my moment with him to be thankful for that day. We had talked and he remembered me and that was all I need to have my heart slow down and say that I already did my part and it was time for me to leave.
I stopped reporting in television for a while. I guess it is a blatant lie if I tell myself that I quit because I truly heard the formal tone from my former boss telling me that I am fired. The columns I write do not attract more people to read much less are interested in changing their channel to a local news reporter who only reports stats and repeated stories covered by bigger news channels, he said. Although I was quite taken aback from that statement and cause myself to be angry for a moment, I am happy that I get to be free from that place. It was quite unreasonable for them to fire me when I am only doing what they told me to do. Just write and report about things. The word things meant anything; just write. I can hear it from their desperate note that the news company is failing anyway for their amateurism or so I thought.
They are right about one thing and that is I never wrote nor reported anything that really gave people a damn to help the world or at least a few people. In the end, I decided to quit reporting and practice my skills being a journalist to another local news channel which have the total opposite of handling news to the public than my previous firm. I make sure to keep facts as accurate as possible and determined to make people listen.
I moved to a better apartment in Bronx after my previous one in Manhattan. I got to say that if I am going to upstart my life into a suitable one, I need to have more appropriate things that will help me along in the long run.
Now that I had myself sorted out, I only have one question: what will I write about?
I am sitting on a three-legged stool staring at my laptop sitting on the counter top for a long time. I see my bag beside it and focus on a paper that is peeking out. I suddenly feel myself falter and grab my purse to take out a brochure. Welcome to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, it reads. I gaze at it for a moment and have a long thought about it.
I need to head back to Manhattan.
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You're Gonna Be Okay (Charles Xavier X Reader)
FanfictionYou remember exactly what happened back in New York where he saved your life. Seeing his picture in your report, his piercing blue eyes seems to pin you on the wall, you want to thank him for what he did six years ago. Never you know, that you are s...