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WHY DO YOU EVEN CARE ABOUT ME?
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    Time 1h 18m
Ongoing, First published Jan 07, 2022
Mature
It's 2003. Scott is so sad because he lost his wife Jean. He thinks that she was the only person he had after Alex's and his parent's death. He's blame himself for what happened and he doesn't want his life. Logan is trying to help him with every way he can. But something change between them.
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"No running through the hallway!" I yelled as two boys ran past me. "Yes Professor." They said as they slowed down. I smiled as I shook my head and continued walking towards my class. "Professor there are two kids fighting at the pool." Rogue , one of my students, said softly. "Thank you for telling me." I said with a smile. "What is going on?" I asked as I made it to the pool and saw Bobby and John fighting. "He started it." John growled out. "Well I'm finishing it, class now or I will send you to the Professor's office." I ordered. "Yes Professor." Bobby said as he walked away. I smiled as I shook my head and walked to my class. "Mom!" A voice yelled. I smiled as I turned to see my five year old daughter run up to me. "Hello Sweetheart, what are you up to?" I asked as I picked her up. "Running from papa." She said with a giggle. I smiled as I saw my husband of twenty years walking towards us.