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I know if she sees how much I’m hurting, s [he] ’ll take me back for sure.
It had been nearly five years since you had last seen him. You knew that you could never have him, not from what you could see; he had a family now. He looked as good as ever when you had used your powers to peek in on him. But now he had a wife, he had a baby girl on the way.
After much persuasion and eventual loneliness you decided to take up Charles on his offer to be a teacher at his school, using the art degree you’d gotten to some use on educating kids of the wonders of art. The work could be dull, but you loved the energy and atmosphere at the school. That was the reason why you hadn’t left already, you couldn’t bear to leave now for the fear of loneliness. The kids were great to teach, always so full of energy and enthusiasm.
You were stuck in your thoughts about Erik when someone tapped your shoulder. Hank. You blinked a few times, swallowing the lump in your throat. You turned to him, and his face spoke concern. “Hey, (y/n), you doing alright? You’ve just been standing here in the hallway for a few minutes.”
“Yeah, it’s just-” you choked on the last word. Him.
Hanks eyes softened. He placed a hand on your shoulder, giving a reassuring squeeze. “I’m always here to talk if you need someone.” You looked down to the floor, offering a meek smile to him. Hank took his opportunity to then leave, and you left off in the opposite direction. You wanted to get outside, to get fresh air so you wouldn’t have another episode in the mansion, right in front of the people you wanted to respect you.
You walked until the trees were thick, until you came across a certain tree you enjoyed sitting under when you missed him. Your powers allowed you to see him when you wanted, but it became hard to do so at times, because seeing him so happy and so free with someone else made you nearly choke every time. Seeing him was like sweet torture; a sweet feeling would fill you, the void finally shutting. Then she would appear, and her bloated stomach would sink you right back down to where you had begun to crawl out of. You always told yourself that it was him that didn’t deserve you, but you knew deep down he believed it the other way around. He left, he decided he didn’t love you anymore.
Sitting on the patch of worn earth under your favourite tree, you laid your back against the smooth bark. You closed your eyes, focusing on him. You could feel his breathing, his heartbeat, his eyes. You could see him; your powers felt more like a curse when you usually saw him. But not today. Today he was chopping wood by himself, wife elsewhere. You were technically present, but he could not see you. Like a ghost. You were projected there but chose not to be visible. There was a reason Charles had fought so hard for you to come to the school; your powers were unlike any he’d seen. You could make copies of yourself, like little ghosts and send them anywhere in the world. You could find anyone by their heartbeat, and you could disappear whenever you chose.
He was hard at work, sweating profusely, only occasionally wiping his brow. There was only a few more logs for him to cut, and you knew his wife would be out at some point to give him a drink for his labours. You were hoping that she for some purpose wouldn’t, but just as you suspected she came on out with a glass for him as he finished. He greeted her with a goofy and wide grin, one you had only received from him a handful of times. Then he was drinking the clear drink heartily, afterwards rubbing her swollen center affectionately. You felt your heart pulling itself, and you looked away. You opened your eyes, bringing yourself back to the woods, back to the mansion. You flashed into your bedroom, too upset to even speak or interact with anyone.
You laid in your bed, curled up in the fetal position. Your heart ached heavily and you were sobbing silently. Why you tortured yourself was above what you could understand. The pillow was soaked beneath you, and the blankets were kicked to the floor in anguish. How would you possibly ever get over him? You eventually drifted to sleep, dreaming of nothing.