So, practically everyone who likes Fax hates Dylan's guts, well I've realized, what's it like for Dylan to be hated, to love and be unloved. Really short obviously, but hey, it's important...ish... expect chapter one of a new story about kung fu panda... and maybe something special!
DYLAN POV
I looked longingly at my former home through the brutal, pounding rain, working to keep my face a mask of indifference.
I would not cry.
I would not rush in to kill Fang.
I would get over Max.
She had someone else. Her true perfect half. Welcomed back with open arms. It made me suck, but I stuck with spitting in disgust. The first true betrayal of my inner feelings all night.
I felt my hatred grow stronger as I watched Max laugh, then lean into Fang.
Slowly, he leaned down.
But before I could watch the utter betrayal. The proof that she wasn't mine to be. I jumped off the building I was perched upon, then, as I flew, I let all the emotion built up within me flow forth, consume my very being, destroying all thought, all in a single scream.
"!" as it slowly died off, I panted heavily, satified at the wave of relief that washed over me.
It doesn't matter how much it hurts. She didn't steal my heart. Ever so softly, so low I barely heard it myself, I whispered:" I will survive"
Did I not say it was short?
R & R please