Okay, so I'm writing this based on experience. With a couple alterations. If any of you know who this is, please remain silent. Honestly, this is a different form of story, and it's REALLY unlike me to be writing this. So just bear with me.
All right, so I've been saving the world, and waiting for 20 years. That doesn't mean I haven't moved on, though. Heck, I had to tear myself from my kids to come here. Poor Dylan.
Anyway, I'm flying to the cliff now. I can see it about 300 feet below me. I just need to alter my wings position and...
I crash into a dark figure. We both start to plummet. I level off in time, but the dark person falls on their back.
"Serves you right, bastard," I say as I land a few feet away.
"Good to see you too, Max." Fang stands up and grins. I sit on the very edge of the cliff, looking out at the blue water spreading out.
He sits next to me. "So, how's the flock?"
"Enough chit-chat. Let's just face the elephant in the room. Yes, Dylan and I did end up together. I got over you with a ton of tears and chocolate ice cream. Dylan and I have two kids. One we named Robin, and the other is Safiyya. They're both eight. Your turn. How's Maya?"
"Maya...expired. A couple months ago." He kind of hangs his head. "Max...How mad would you be if you learned that I lied to you?"
"Kind of mad, but I'd get over it. Why?"
"I should tell you this and then run off: I never got over you."
"Well, thanks F-Nick, but I'm sorry." I stand up to walk away.
"I'm not done talking." Fang grabs my hand.
"Wow. You WANT to keep talking. Things really do change."
"Max, not a day went by when I wasn't thinking of you. I always looked at my blog comments to see if you were there."
"This is RICH coming from you. You know, I didn't mind you leaving. THAT I could handle. What killed me was that you didn't keep in touch. No calls, texts, emails, letters, or anything! I felt abandoned. Here you were, my best friend, and you wouldn't even talk to me unless you were dying!"
"But..."
"BE STRONG AND SILENT FOR A MINUTE! The thing is, my coping strategy(according to the shrink Jeb hired) is rejecting anything that's caused me pain. So I did write a comment on your blog. Heck, I can quote it: 'Fang you jerk, how could you leave me? The flock is a mess, and I'm an even bigger one. I hate you Fang. I HATE you!'"
"And that was the worst day of my life."
"Shortly after that, I got over you. My coping strategy worked. I moved on. I don't feel the same way anymore, Fang. GET OVER ME."
"I know I can never be with you, but that won't stop me from loving you."
"You deserve someone smart, funny, and beautiful. Not me. Get over me." I stand up to walk away again.
"I mean it, you know. I really did think of you every day." Fang stands up behind me.
I turn around. "I don't doubt that." I hug him, and he just stands there.
"I'm sorry." I spread my wings and fly off, not looking back. Putting on the brave face for my kids. I won't ever let anyone know what happened today. Not until I'm ready.
Yeah, completely unlike me. I hate Mylan, but I had this idea, and it wouldn't go away. So I have to write it. And yes, I realize Fang is OOC, but it fits the story line.
Please review. I'm really proud of how this turned out. Make a poor, suffering from possible Salmonella girl happy. Salmonella is NOT FUN.
