This is my first Maximum Ride fanfic. My interpretations of how Max felt after Fang left them.


She'd never admit it.

She'd never admit that, after reading that God forsaken letter, she locked herself in her room and cried.

She had poured her heart out crying.

No one knew.

Not even Nudge, who's room she shared with Max

Not even Angel, the psychotic, mind reading seven-year old.

Not even Iggy, with his hypersensitive hearing.

Because Maximum Ride was supposed to be strong. She wasn't supposed to have feelings.

And most of all, she knew that she wasn't supposed to fall in love with Fang.

The scientists had made it clear when they had created Dylan.

"This is your perfect half, Maximum. Here is who you are supposed to fall in love with."

But no.

She'd gotten herself trapped inside a cliché romance novel, where the girl was supposed to fall in love with the hot, gorgeous guy. But she didn't.

Max knew it wasn't right. She knew she couldn't spend the next twenty years moping over a guy she wasn't supposed to love.

She had everything she needed, right?

Her "perfect half," her whole family, her dad, her mom, her stepsister.

Yeah right.

Max knew. Max knew that her life would never get better, until he came back.

She had to be a leader. She had to be strong. She couldn't have emotions.

So just that one night, the night full of sorrow and regret,

the night full of "why me" and "how come,"

She had let herself cry herself numb.

Because everything had a "supposed to."

But not everything had a "have to."