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Gambit sat down in his bed, their bed technically.. his lover, his fiancée, his rogue, his Anna Marie was sleeping on the sofa, despite his insistence on taking the couch she had sat down and made herself comfortable, refusing to get up and move, saying it was his turn and it wouldn’t be good for his back to keep sleeping on the sofa.
He laid down, his head on a pillow and throwing the duvet over his shoulders, pretending the weight on his shoulders was his lover’s arms around him, pretending the pillow he grabbed from his fiancée’s side was her torso, hugging it as tightly as he can, pretending it isn’t a pillow. He can feel his heart throb, his lip quiver and his eyes despite being closed forming tears, and he can feel his eyes burn as they form. His thumb finds his lips, pressing softly against them, pretending it was his lover’s lips, her soft lips pressing against his own, just for once, pretending it wouldn’t kill him if they kissed was great, maybe in another world, another universe even. He could feel the tears rolling down his cheeks, he tried to ignore it but paired with the hot shaky breath against his thumb he couldn’t ignore it, he couldn’t ignore it when he could hear his own sobs, sobbing his fiancée’s name, he moved his hand from just his thumb against his lips to the back of his hand covering it, curling into the pillow, hugging it tight and trying to quiet his sobs so his rogue wouldn’t hear in the next room over.
He couldn’t help it, he kept sobbing her name; “Anna Marie, my rouge, my love, my fiancée…” sobbing between her ‘titles’. Why can’t that world where she could touch him be this one? Why can’t he touch his soon to be wife? Why must they suffer like this? Oh the things he would do to just sleep next to his Anna Marie, his rogue, to kiss her..