Have you ever dreamed of that happily ever after with your prince charming and a couple little kids that look like clones of you? Growing old with them and not worrying about anything sad and depressing?
I know I have, I know that I want all of those things. Unfortunately, I don't have any of those things.
My prince charming left me so that we could focus on saving the world… Even though to do that I wanted him here, I wanted to know what he thought on everything we did. I wanted to grow old with him, to have little Fang's and Max's running around. To grow old and die in each others arms… But that won't happen. No. I should of known that when I was in a dog crate three years ago, when I was strapped to metal hospital table, when I was chained in a dark dungeon, when I was fighting not only for my life but everyone's against Omega, when we went to Antartica, when we went to Hawaii in an attempt to save my Mom, going to Egypt and meeting Dylan.
There was one thing I could count on, or atleast I thought I could count on, my Flock. That was until Fang left, the Erasers attacked our house and I made all of them leave, even though I was pretty sure I would be experimented on again… They were my rock and always will be.
At least, the old Max's rock.