Post X3 drabble. Yes. movieverse O.o (weird huh?)
Logan remembers. Unbetaed, just something that came to me tonight for reasons unknown, but I felt it was important enough to exist outside my brain anyway.



He’s not the only one with nightmares now. Fearful cries and heartwrenching moans echoed through the hallway of the institute. To his sensitive ears those are sounds difficult to ignore in the deep of the night, no matter how hard he tries. Prowling the halls, restless as always, he can’t escape the whispers of ghosts that are still present in every smell, every sound and every inch of the house, unwilling to be forgotten like most of his troubles. More than once he’d been standing on the brink of leaving, fleeing the confining walls of the mansion and the painful memories that still lingered there. Yet every single time he found he couldn’t leave, couldn’t abandon the people around him.
He passed the room that once belonged to Scott and Jean and paused in the doorway. Everything was left untouched as if they’d return any moment now. Then Jean would brush her hair while Scott picked up the book he left open on his nightstand. But they wouldn’t return. Scott wouldn’t because he was murdered by the woman he loved. Jean wouldn’t because she was murdered by the animal that loved her.
He had killed her.
It was a disturbing truth, a truth that shouldn’t be true at all. But it was. He remembered how the life had left her eyes the moment he sank his claws in her heart, her pulse fading under her skin while she breathed out for the last time. He remembered clutching her lifeless body close to him, unwilling to let her go. He remembered the hands on his shoulders, the soft sobs and the smell of blood and singed hair surrounding him. He remembered Bobby handing him a blanket to warm his naked and cold body, remembered the irony of the Iceman keeping him warm and the laugh he breathed out in a split-second of sheer insanity when that thought crossed his mind. He remembered so much it hurt. And for a moment he wished he couldn’t remember, the same way he couldn’t remember anything else.