This is a oneshot that I just randomly thought of. I mean, literally randomly. I was just reading fanfiction and suddenly I opened a Google Doc and started writing it. It's Max's thoughts the day after Fang left her. I know it's short, but I hope you like it anyway!"Don't ever leave me again," I said in a tiny voice. "I won't," he promised into my hair, sounding most un-Fang-like. "I won't. Not ever."
I punched my wall, leaving a hole the size of a baseball in the otherwise-clear-white plaster. He promised. He promised he would never leave again. What a huge lie.
"How could he?" I shrieked, not caring if anyone heard me, not caring if the world heard me. That huge asshole. I loved him. I loved him and he left me.
Tears were forming in my eyes, but I refused to let them spill out. I wouldn't cry for him. I hated him. I hated him almost as much as I loved him.
Almost.
I punched my wall again, and again. I paid no attention to the bloody bruises forming on my knuckles. No pain even compared to this. Not broken ribs, a bullet wound, nothing.
The door burst open and Iggy rushed in, followed closely by Nudge, Gazzy, Ella, Angel, and Mom. My mom grabbed my shoulders.
"Max! Max, what's wrong?"
That's when I gave in. The tears spilled out, a river of them, pouring down my face. I couldn't stop. I just collapsed on my bed, shoulders shaking. I put my hands to my face and just sobbed. I didn't even pause to think of how pathetic I must have looked.
No pain compared to this. No pain compared to a broken heart.