The Ocean

by Spirited Heart

A sweet and slightly sad song fic about Fang and Max and their inability to express their feelings. What will happen when it's too late? Short and to the point. Please read and review, you won't be disappointed!

Disclaimer: this is just a one-shot. A complete piece of crap. Have fun…Reading crap. (Yes, that was a pathetic attempt of reverse psychology)

Claimer: crumpled tissues

The Ocean

A picture in gray,
Dorian Gray...

They would sit there by hours. Just the two of them, Max and Fang, by the sea. One would steal the occasional glance at the other, but would quickly look away, afraid of what the other would think.

Just me
by the sea…..

Neither would dare share their feelings. They didn't want to jeopardize this precious time, the time when words were not needed, and all could be communicated through touch.

And I felt like a star
I felt the world could go far…..

But it wasn't serious touch. The occasional grasp of the hand, simply saying "I'm here". Sometimes one hand would linger too long on the other hand, and the hands were quickly pulled away, and faces reddened.

If they only listened
to what I said…..

But it would always repeat. Sometimes the two had to push back the bubbling feelings of love, and still neither would make the move.

by the sea…..

Until one day where there was no longer two. Just one. Tears fell freely that day, as memories of past hours spent by the sea were remembered, and came flooding back.

Washes my feet
Washed my feet…..

And feelings of remorse and sorrow filled the mind of the remaining lover.

Splashes my soul…..

If only they had told each other how they felt. Things might have been different.

Lyrics from The Ocean, by U2