I decided to write a different kind of story. A sad story.
I rubbed my already red eyes and sat up. I had been crying for three hours straight. I went downstairs, half-expecting him to be there, but of course that wasn't possible. And it was my fault.
It had been a warm summer morning when they attacked. We had fought our best and escaped, but we got so fed up with being chased all the time, he and I went to the source to destroy them.
That's when the world ended. In my opinion. We had fought as long and hard as possible. He had told me to leave, that he would take care of it. I was stupid enough to believe him, and I had left him to fend for himself.
I got home and told the others that he was still back there. I realized he couldn't survive the onslaught, but it was too late. I had found him face-down. I had taken him to the worthiest spot that I could find, but it still didn't deserve him. As the last pebble came to rest, tears were shed, and good-byes were said.
We never expected it to happen so suddenly. It was as if he had never existed. All of us were mourning in different ways. They were in shock and I cried myself to sleep every night.
My love, the only one I truly trusted, died because of me. That made the blow of losing him that much worse.
Wherever you are, please watch over us. You will be missed. Before you know it, we will be there with you. I just hope we do your memory justice.
Every night I think of you, and the last thing I said to you. 'You must be an idiot if you think you can take all these guys'. It should have been 'I love you. Please remember us.'
I sat down at the table and held my head in my hands. But, when I sat down, I felt the hairs on the back of my neck prickle. It couldn't be...could it?
I turned around, only to see nothing there. I sighed, and a single tear hit the table. I felt strong arms wrap around me, and I heard a voice breath in my ear,'I'll wait for you. I love you, Max.'
"Good-bye, Fang." I said.
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