Disclaimer: none of the stuff here is mine. It all belongs to James Patterson, who I kind of hate for tearing Max/Fang apart. If Max ends up with Dylan, I will have to kill him.
Anywho, on that cheerful note…
He pushes himself east, determined to get as far away from the Flock as possible; as far away from her as possible. He's afraid that, if he stops, he'll turn around and go back. He knows that the Flock will just be getting back from the party now, it's officially too late to turn back.
His internal clock tells him that it's been an hour and fifteen minutes since he last saw Max, at the reception. She'd looked happy and relaxed, for the first time in a long time.
Against his will, he imagines Max reading his letter. He expects she wants to kill him right now, and he won't deny he probably deserves that. But there were so many reasons why he had to go. It was inevitable. If, like Angel says, he's going to die, there's no damn way he's putting the rest of the Flock, Max, at risk.
He knows all the reasons why he had to go, all the reasons why he did the right thing. He knows that this is what's best.
But it doesn't make it any easier.
She sits on the edge of her bed, her head in her hands. She's torn between wanting to hunt Fang down and kick his butt and the fact that her pride won't let her go after him. He left her, and she refuses to be the crazy girl who chases after a boy desperately.
Her alarm clock glows red in the darkness. 5:32 AM. She stands up and crosses the room, slipping quietly up onto the roof. The cool morning air chills her to the bone as she sinks down, curling up and staring at the horizon, hoping against hope that she will see Fang flying back.
She hates this, feeling so pathetic and…and… girly. She hates feeling like someone's taken away her right arm. She hates that there's a giant hole in the middle of her chest, right where her heart used to be. She hates what Fang has done to her.
But, try as she might, she can't bring herself to hate Fang.
At 5:45 AM he lands, desperate to rest. He's been flying for seven hours and a half hours now, and he thinks he's far enough away. Whether he's far enough away or not, he knows it's too late to go back.
Again, he wonders what Max is doing. Is she sleeping? Practicing her roundhouse kicks for the next time she meets him? Cursing his name? He isn't quite sure. Even though he's known Max his whole life, she never ceases to surprise him. It's one of the things he loves about her.
He settles against a rock, positioning himself so he's facing east. The horizon is tinged with the beginning of the dawn.
At the same time, she's also facing east, watching the sun rise. It's a brand new day, the first of many days she's going to have to live without Fang. The first day she's going to have to survive without her best friend, her partner, her love.
She has nineteen years, three hundred and sixty-four days to wait. But she swears that she'll still be alive on that day. And if Fang dies before the twenty years are up, she will bring him back from the dead and kill him again.
His jaw tightens, almost imperceptibly, as he watches the sun rise. This is the beginning of his first day without Max.
Tears start to slip down her cheeks as the sun mounts higher in the sky. It's really hitting her now, Fang is gone. He won't be waiting for her when she goes back inside.
3,299 days to go.
So… I've been suffering from major lack of inspiration, and this is the first thing I've written in a LONG time. Reviews of any kind are appreciated. Also, if you have any recommendations for how I can make the characters more realistic in the future, don't hesitate to tell me. Thank you!