Max pov~
I can see it in the way he looks at me everyday that he loves me, wants me, needs me. I am his oxygen, and I love taking it away, leaving his slowly dying, and before he hits rock bottom, I save him, I'd never let him fall completely, I'm his parachute, but he just doesn't know it. I love teasing him, and he loves it, he wants me, but he cant have me that easy. Yes I do love Fang, but this little game we play brings me a rush of adrenaline, it's even better than flying. I can imagine his dumbstruck face, his response to me saying my usual words "We should take a break." Through the phone, "But i thought we were doing so well. i- i thought i was doing everything right! What did I do max?! What?" He manages and I quickly hang up the phone, and this time I don't think it was very wise, was this the end? "This is it, for now" I think to myself.