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Drip, drop.
Drip, drop.
Rain. I didn't except it to rain. But after what happened a couple days ago, I didn't know what to expect anymore.
I couldn't see anything but soot and ash from where I stood, all alone. I assumed I was in the place Max and Fang spoke about in hushed voices, where I saw them kissing.
That hurt more than anything I had ever seen, let me tell you. This whole situation was just so unfair. So unfair, I stopped trying.
Imagine falling in love, being there for her as a shoulder to cry on, having that dream kiss in Paris, and then watching her get swooped up like a damsel in distress by the one that hurt her in the first place.
Now it was my time to get hurt, not Max's.
All Max cared about was her Winged Prince Charming.
Sticking out of the ash, I spotted something- a board?- and went to pick it up. I observed it's cool, metallic surface spelling out a simple word: Dylan.
I took a deep breath once I felt the all-too-familiar feeling of wet, stickiness running down my eyes. I know why this was down here. Fang replaced me in Max's heart like I replaced him in what felt like an eternity ago.
"I'm sorry, Dylan." I turned around to spot a dove-like figure approaching me.
Angel. She motioned for me to sit by her as she perched on a leaf-less tree.
"You know, Max hasn't called me her baby since she reunited with Fang. Maybe we're more alike than you think, Dylan." She spoke gently, her words almost being carried away with the breeze.
"Maybe you're right, Angel. Sometimes I think Jeb was right. If Max had stayed with me, we could've stopped all of this from happening. He pulled her down." I tucked in my fifteen-foot-wings.
"Hmm…" Angel mumbled, her curls bouncing as she nodded.
A moment of comfortable silence occurred until Angel finally spoke up.
"Dylan?" She asked softly, her childish blue eyes gazing at me in pure desperation.
"Yes, Angel?" I felt a pang of sympathy for her.
"Can I be your new baby? You know, instead of Max's baby?"
I felt a cold laugh form. "Of course, Angel! It will be more convincing; we both got the blue eyes and all."
"Why does Max not love me?" I thought the question came out of my mouth, but it was Angel who had spoken.
"Of course she loves you, Angel!" That was it, no more Mr. Weak. It was time to be an adult for the sake of little ones.
"Every time I try to go to her, she's with Fang! Every time I go to her alone, she's thinking about Fang!"
"Do the other flock members feel that way?" I asked her as a look of confusion crossed her face.
"I'm not sure.. I've only spoken to Gazzy since the world went 'kaboosh!'" Angel made a hand motion. "I think everyone is a little upset about the world to be thinking about Max."
I can't help it.
Sometimes I wish I was my own person.
"Maybe I could help you, Dylan?" Angel asked me, obviously reading my mind. "I guess the scientists made my brain stronger- definitely not worth the torture- but I could always try to disable the part of you that needs Max. I don't want to see you suffer."
My heart beat surged. Getting rid of the feelings meant getting rid of the pain, but it would also mean getting rid of the love, too. Would I rather feel hurt or feel nothing at all? Memories flashed through my brain of Max. When I met her, when we kissed in Paris, when she accidently burned my tree-house, and when I caught her kissing Fang.
"I'll do it."
It took maybe a few minutes until I was apparently 'healed' by Angel.
The problem was, I didn't feel any different. When I thought of Max, my head still swirled and my heart still pounded.
The rain poured on my hair, as I mumbled a 'thanks' in the direction of Angel. I realized now that this was true love, even if it was just one-sided. The pain became more real, and the joy became more real.
Fang held Max back, from what I truly saw now. She had so much potential. She could've saved the world if she wasn't making out with her one true love- for now. It seemed that was all they do now. Her spunk had evaporated into the air, like most of the water source on Earth.
I grinned, and popped open my broad wings.
"I swear I'll win your heart in the end, Max."