Here's a drabble for you. 'Tis Max's POV, on Figgy, though you could interpret it some other way if you wish.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, especially not MR. Oh, if only I did though…

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You promised you'd always love me, hold me, keep me warm at night. So why am I sitting here alone, shivering in the fading light?

Where did we go wrong? What signs did I fail to see? How is it that you're kissing him, instead of kissing me?

Was it all a game to you? Was any of it true? Would you care that my heart's in tatters? That it still belongs to you?

A tear rolls down my cheek, and you can't wipe it away. Who am I supposed to turn to now that you're causing all the pain?