The Prophecy

ii.

Cecily watched as Logan reached for a bottle of alcohol, his movements slow and weary. She let out a bitter laugh, her frustration evident. "You're pathetic, Logan," she said, her voice cutting through the silence.

Logan's hand froze over the bottle, and he looked up at Cecily, his eyes filled with anger. "Yeah? Maybe I am," he said, his voice low and rough. "But what do you want me to do? Sit around and wait for things to get better?"

He took another swig from the bottle, his eyes narrowing as he continued to watch her. "You left. You moved on," he repeated, his voice trembling anger.

Cecily's face contorted with pain. "I'm right here, Logan," she said, her voice pleading, as if trying to bridge the gap between them. "I never wanted it to be this way. I never wanted to leave the way I did."

Cecily sat on the cold floor of the outpost, staring down at the ring in her hand. The metal felt heavy and cold against her palm, a stark contrast to the warmth and hope it once symbolized. She wondered where it all went wrong.

Was it when Charles had a seizure that left most of the X-Men dead? Or was it when she had lost her daughter, a grief so profound it seemed to consume everything? Perhaps it was when Logan had started drinking non-stop, retreating into a world of his own and leaving her alone in her sorrow.

As she traced the ring with her fingers, memories of happier times seemed distant and unreachable. The weight of her losses pressed heavily on her, making the present feel like a stark contrast to the past. She couldn't recall the last time she and Logan had a proper conversation that didn't end in an argument. The constant friction and unspoken grievances left her feeling trapped, longing for a change. She no longer wanted to live like this, caught in the cycle of unresolved pain and isolation.

Cecily glanced beside her, opening a drawer and pulling out a stack of papers. The sight of them filled her with a deep, reluctant sadness. She had never wanted it to come to this, never imagined her life would end up in such a state. She had tried to make things work, to bridge the chasms that had formed between her and Logan, but the weight of it all had become too much. She needed to put herself first, even if it meant facing the painful reality of walking away.

Cecily threw the papers down in front of Logan, who glanced at them with a hint of annoyance, taking a deep breath. "What is this?" he asked, his voice lacking curiosity.

"I'm leaving you, Logan," she said firmly, her composure unwavering, revealing no trace of sadness or regret. Her eyes held a steely resolve as she stood her ground.

Logan's gaze flickered between the papers and Cecily. For a moment, he was silent, the weight of her words sinking in. His face hardened, the pain and anger fighting for dominance. He picked up the papers slowly, scanning them with a frown.

"You think this is the solution?" he growled, the bitterness in his voice palpable. "You think walking away is going to fix everything?"

Cecily met his eyes, her expression unyielding. "I've tried everything else, Logan. I can't keep going like this."

Logan's jaw tightened, his fists clenching at his sides. "And you think abandoning me is going to make things better?" His voice was rough, but there was a tremor of vulnerability beneath the anger.

She didn't flinch, holding his gaze steady. "I'm doing what's best for me."

Logan stared at her, his eyes a storm of conflicting emotions. The silence between them was thick with unspoken words and broken dreams. After a long, painful moment, he finally said, "Fine."

Cecily's heart ached as she turned toward the door, the finality of her decision settling heavily on her shoulders. This had been her last plea for change, a last attempt to salvage something from the wreckage. She slid open the door, and as she glanced back one last time, tears streamed down her face. Her vision blurred, and she closed the door gently behind her, the quiet click echoing the end of a chapter she never wanted to close.

Cecily's voice was steady but edged with pain. "You forced my hand."

Logan rolled his eyes, taking another swig from the bottle. He looked at her with a cold, dismissive gaze. "Yeah? Well, maybe if you actually stuck around and tried to fix things instead of running off, we wouldn't be here."

Cecily flinched at the harshness in his voice, but she stood her ground. "I tried, Logan. I really did."

He scoffed, slamming the bottle down. "Oh, you tried? You left me to deal with this mess on my own. Don't pretend you're some saint now. You walked away when things got tough."

Cecily started her voice trembling but resolute. "How many times do I have to say it? I left because I couldn't endure this anymore. You shut me out, refused to let me in, and left me to face my grief alone. You drowned your pain in alcohol while I was left to struggle with my own."

Her eyes locked onto his, a mixture of hurt and frustration evident in every word. "I couldn't stay in a relationship where I was invisible, where my pain was ignored and your escape became your priority."

Logan's eyes were hard, his voice filled with bitterness. "Don't try to make this about me. You're the one who's giving up now. Go ahead, walk out. It's exactly what you've always done when things don't go your way."

Cecily shook her head, her resolve unwavering. She moved toward the door but paused with her hand on the handle, glancing back at Logan. "You will die," she said, her voice carrying a heavy weight. Logan's expression remained unmoved. "Believe what you want," she continued, "but I've seen it. No matter what you do, you'll walk into that forest and never come out." With that, she stepped through the door, letting it close softly behind her.

the divorce arc is crazy btw anything fyi these next like 2-3 chapter will just be cecily with some flashbakcs in between