Title: The Last night
Author: Melly
Rating: PG-13 to a mild R
Summary: It's a Max/Isabel fic but It's a Michael POV (It's weird I know)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
Distribution: Ya sure but please ask first
Dedication: I would like to dedicate this to my gym teacher who had the day off!!!!!!! And my mom who was so supportive.
Note: its been Beta-ed
Feedback: I would like to know if you liked it or not. And if I should ever write again
I feel her tonight like every other day or night of my existence.
I have always felt her. Ever since the day we came out of our pods. I’ve had
this link with her forever, probably since the beginning of time.
I felt her cry for me every night until we were reunited on that lovely
September morning. Â I felt her when she kissed a boy for the first time. Â I
felt her wishing that the boy could be me.
It hurt me so much when I knew she could never love me the way I love her.
It drives me crazy how I can feel all her pain, all her love, and all of her
shame in being who she is. The night she killed Whitaker, I wanted to hold
her close and make all the pain go away. I still feel the pain and regret she
feels over Whitaker's death. But what hurts me the most is the way she looks
at me and sees a brother not a lover. But when she sees Maxwell it’s the
opposite; she sees a lover not a brother.
Max is and always will the luckiest man alive, and tonight is the proof of
that.
She made love to him tonight and I felt it. I felt his hand moving all over
her body, his lips touching places I can only imagine. And with her, where do
we start? The way she touched him, the way she screamed his name when he
entered her.
As their bodies came together, she thought that no other man could ever love
her the way Max could.
And at that moment I cried. I cried for the child in our dreams that would
never be conceived. Most of all, I cried for myself for I have lost the most
precious person in my life to my best friend.
And now I only have one last thing to do in my life: Brake the link that
binds me forever to Isabel.
And the only way I can do that is to commit the ultimate crime of passion:
Murder. Â
So this shall be the last entry in my journal for I know I shall never write
again.
Goodnight, Isabel.
Goodnight, Maxwell.
For this night shall be the last…
Michael Guerin.
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Author: Melly
Rating: PG-13 to a mild R
Summary: It's a Max/Isabel fic but It's a Michael POV (It's weird I know)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
Distribution: Ya sure but please ask first
Dedication: I would like to dedicate this to my gym teacher who had the day off!!!!!!! And my mom who was so supportive.
Note: its been Beta-ed
Feedback: I would like to know if you liked it or not. And if I should ever write again
I feel her tonight like every other day or night of my existence.
I have always felt her. Ever since the day we came out of our pods. I’ve had
this link with her forever, probably since the beginning of time.
I felt her cry for me every night until we were reunited on that lovely
September morning. Â I felt her when she kissed a boy for the first time. Â I
felt her wishing that the boy could be me.
It hurt me so much when I knew she could never love me the way I love her.
It drives me crazy how I can feel all her pain, all her love, and all of her
shame in being who she is. The night she killed Whitaker, I wanted to hold
her close and make all the pain go away. I still feel the pain and regret she
feels over Whitaker's death. But what hurts me the most is the way she looks
at me and sees a brother not a lover. But when she sees Maxwell it’s the
opposite; she sees a lover not a brother.
Max is and always will the luckiest man alive, and tonight is the proof of
that.
She made love to him tonight and I felt it. I felt his hand moving all over
her body, his lips touching places I can only imagine. And with her, where do
we start? The way she touched him, the way she screamed his name when he
entered her.
As their bodies came together, she thought that no other man could ever love
her the way Max could.
And at that moment I cried. I cried for the child in our dreams that would
never be conceived. Most of all, I cried for myself for I have lost the most
precious person in my life to my best friend.
And now I only have one last thing to do in my life: Brake the link that
binds me forever to Isabel.
And the only way I can do that is to commit the ultimate crime of passion:
Murder. Â
So this shall be the last entry in my journal for I know I shall never write
again.
Goodnight, Isabel.
Goodnight, Maxwell.
For this night shall be the last…
Michael Guerin.
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