HTMLFONT COLOR="#ff80c0" BACK="#ffffff" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" SIZE=2 PTSIZE=10BI Liz peered out onto the sun setting on the Roswell horizon. She thought to herself about how her and Max once ventured out of the city onto the desert to go and watch the sunset, lying on the hood of his jeep. She suddenly remembered how wonderful it was to hear his breath in her ear, to smell the woodsy aroma of his sweet cologne, and the tingle beneath her cheeks when he touched her face ever so gently. She missed that, but alas, she left all that to save the world. To save HIS world, his people, his race. "But is that what he wants?" Liz mumbled to herself, the words tumbling from her lips like a bad tasting soup. Liz grunted and pulled herself up from the balcony chair and went into her room. She stood there in the dim light peering at the picture of her and Max at last years spring dance perfectly posed on her dresser. The picture before everything went wrong and Pierce captured Max. When Max and Liz's world, officially, fell apart. Tears brimmed in Liz's deep brown eyes and spilled onto her soft cream cheeks. Liz was beginning to do what she promised herself she wouldn't do; relize she needs to tell Max the truth, before her world officially ends. She emotionally was dying, every memory and every thought was Max. Max saving her life, Max writing on her wall how much he loved her, Max and her in the locker room, the story was piecing together. She needed Max as a will, a survival. But she couldn't give in; not to the tears, the memory's, the thoughts, the horizon. Since the day future Max came to her, she told herself that, repeatedly over and over again. Liz sunk to her mesh carpet "I can't do this anymore, there has to be a way, there has to be.. I have to tell Max the truth about Kyle and me" Liz whispered to herself powerfully. Liz pulled on her Steve Madden boots, zipping each one slowly, pondering each word she was going to say to Max. "No... thats not right... no.. not that either" she kept repeating to herself. She pulled on her leather jacket, pulling the dark strands of her chocolate brown hair from her eyes. " Im doing the right thing more me now, Ive made to many sacrifices" as she climed down the ladder of her balcony to the street below.BR
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Max Evans laid on his bed, thinking about the past events of the recent weeks. He tried to get his mind off of Liz, how beautiful she looked the mourning before, with her hair gaping at her shoulders and how the cream colored top she wore brought of the dark extreamity of her eyes and the smoothness of her skin. He couldn't help but think about how much he truly loved her, even after Liz specifically told him not to. The whole thing with Kyle just didn't seem to come together with the complete picture, and it just confused him even more to the point where he couldn't think about it anymore. He hummed to himself and snapped out of thought when there was a quiet knock on the outside of his window pain. There his goddess stood, hair glistening in the dusk moonlight and biting her lip waiting patiently for him to come to her. Max smiled as he unlatched the window and greeted her. The smell of Lavender filled his nose,and he automatically knew it was her. His love was now standing in the the middle of his Room.BR
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Liz's eyes darted every which way trying to remember all the things she practiced saying in her head on the way there. Unfortaintly, they didn't come to her mind and she had to wing it. She smiled gently to Max and took his hand. Max looked at her puzzledly. "Max, we need to talk. I need to tell you something.. something that I haven't been completly truthful to you about." Max's gaze went from smiling glisten to a pair of dull and serious pupils. Liz couldn't believe what she was about to say, and shakingly she began to proceed./B/I/FONT/HTML