Prologue
"Maximum Ride Martinez-Batchelder, do you take this man to be your lawful wedded husband to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?" I sighed. Show time. I was getting married. Yeah. You read that right. Me. Maximum Ride. I guess soon to be Richards.
"I…" I glanced over at the Flock. They had on their fake happy faces…except Fang. He had one that showed how he felt…hurt. Betrayed. Humiliated. Crushed. Heartbroken. All of these in one. I took another deep breath.
"I do," I whispered. Fang's eyes were now full of tears. My heart shattered.
"I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss your very beautiful bride," the preacher observed. I rolled my eyes, and Micah kissed me. I pulled back quickly. Had I seriously just done that? Too late now.
"Congrats Max!" Angel squealed at my reception. Fang was sitting in a chair in the corner. "Has everyone said something to you?" I sighed.
"Except one. I don't—" she put her finger over my mouth.
"You broke his heart. He has talked even less over the past two months. He was so tempted to object, just to tick you off, but he changed his mind. Max, he's in—" he put his hand over her mouth. He looked at me.
"Congratulations," he whispered. I smiled.
"Thanks. Fang, are you okay?" he had an indifferent face on. He shrugged.
"Life's a bitch," he muttered before walking off.
This was so hard. If I had known what I know now, I would have said so many different things. I would have told him I loved him, and I was already regretting this. I would have talked to him so much more, before he entered full stage depression. Life is a bitch.