Today was one of those rare, quiet days. No missions, no battles, just a chance to breathe and reflect. Gambit found himself wandering through the bayou, the place where he feels most at home. The air was thick with the scent of cypress trees and the distant hum of insects. It reminded him of simpler times before the chaos of the mutant world took over his life.
He spent the afternoon at an old cabin by the water, a hidden gem he stumbled upon years ago. It’s his sanctuary, a place where he can escape from weighty pasts and uncertain futures as if they were shadows crossing each other's paths in their stride.
As I sat on that porch watching that sun dip below horizon after horizon without fail every day since time immemorial; my thoughts wandered back to Rogue - mon amour secret et obscuré who always seems just out reach yet somehow closer than ever before even though we both know deep down inside ourselves our paths will never truly cross again unless fate intervenes otherwise someday soon enough maybe then when all is said done once more still standing strong side-by-side together against odds stacked high against us like house cards tumbling down around crumbling castles built dreams long forgotten yesterday gone now today tomorrow forevermore...