Ok so this is kind of sad. I was in a really sad mood one day and just wrote it. I think it's good though, and I thought you guys might like it. I might write a second chapter, but this is meant to be a one shot. It's just a short one shot about what happens when Fang screws up and Max gets mad and won't forgive him. What does Fang do? So enjoy.
"Max?" Fang puts a cautious hand on her shoulder. Max doesn't turn; she refuses to acknowledge his existence. "Look, I screwed up…" Fang swallows, his throat's dry, and he can't go on. Max still doesn't respond. Fang is starting to lose hope; he can't go on without her. His hand falls from her shoulder and defeat begins to spread through his body. Tears prickle in his midnight eyes, but he doesn't let them fall. Fang runs a hand through his dark hair, and then presses his lips on the top of Max's head. He turns, and leaves. The picture of Max still burns in his mind. The hurt radiating from her chocolate brown eyes, the unforgiving set of her jaw, the tears- barley visible, but still there- at the corners of her eyes. And it was his fault, everything was his fault. She was right not to forgive him. Fang felt like he was on auto pilot, as he walked down the empty hall. He had hurt her, again. He had caused hurt to show in those normally happy eyes. And he would never forgive himself, even if she forgave him, he would never forget how much of an idiot he was. If he never gets to see that beautiful smile again, the smile that is just for him, he deserves it. Even if, he never again gets to see those brown eyes shine in happiness, he deserves that too, and more. Tears silently slide down Fangs cheeks, he can't stop them. Eventually his legs can no longer support him. He collapses onto the cold stone floor. He is vaguely aware of rain dribbling through his hair. When had he gotten outside? That doesn't matter though. Curling up on the stone floor seems to be the only logical thing right now. A fresh stream of tears comes, and Fang punches the ground, hard. His knuckles are bleeding and he knows pain will come, but right now there is only numbness. The cold and despair numbs me now, but later the pain will come. Fang thinks grimly. And the pain won't come kindly it'll be harsh, stabs of pain. And it won't leave quickly, it'll come again, and again. But he doesn't care, again he punches the ground. He repeats this until he can no longer lift his arm. His vision is becoming hazy and Fangs last thought as he drifts off into unconsciousness is: at least I'm only hurting myself, at least now I can never hurt Max again.
So what did you guys think?