Dec 07, 2005 16:05
Jean sat in front of her desk. The same place she used to sit when she wanted to write in her journal. For this place, this room, this life, she had only been gone for a few days. For herself, in her mind and soul, she knew it had been much longer. She writes.
"I feel like everything is spinning. Spiraling out of my grasp. My control. I made a wish. A foolish one. I disturbed place and time and the past. Or did I? I don't know if something like that would be possible, or at least probable, if I hadn't been meant to do it in the first place. How much of our lives is predestined, how much is out of our control? I feel like I'm spinning around and around with nothing solid to grasp onto. Did I destroy my own daughter by trying to be a part of her life? Or was it just coincidence? Does everything I touch crumble? Fall apart? Is it me? Or..."
Jean stands up, leaves her room and all of the questions she can't answer. She goes to find the one person she can count on. The person who will always tell her the truth. Harsh or not. The only person she can seem to count on right now. Jean finds herself outside of Emma Frost's room. She raises her hand and knocks on the door, waits for the other woman to answer it. She looks up at the woman who everyone else sees as an ice queen. Perhaps her new life has given her new eyes.
Emma? Is it me? Everything that goes wrong, everything that falls apart... Is it because of me?
Muse: Jean Grey
Fandom: X-Men