A.N.- This is just a little something I wrote before going to bed. I haven't read any Maximum Ride lately except for Nevermore (which was a huge disappointment.) So forgive me if anyone seems out of character.
What was this feeling? I've never felt an emptiness as great as this. Never. So why now? And why because of him? I couldn't bear to look into those pained eyes. It just made my body numb with each glance.
The words coming from his mouth. The shouts. The pleas. The questions. I didn't answer. I couldn't. What was I supposed to say?
"Why, Max?" He sounded so broken. He continued to shake my shoulders, "What am I not doing right?"
Loving me. You shouldn't love me. Not like this. Not because that's what you were made for. Not because you were forced into this.
"Don't you understand?" He says through choked sobs, "I can't help but love you, God, Max I love you so much it hurts."
I'm not sure why but at that moment my arms wrapped themselves around his form. Before i knew it, I was fully enveloped in his warmth as he squeezed me tight. Water slowly pools in my eyes, blurring my vision.
What happened to me? What happened to the fearless, indestructible Maximum Ride? I fear she may be gone without a trace for the girl standing here in the warm summer night is nothing more than a teenager. A confused girl who has been broken by something so fragile.
Love.
Loving.
Hurting.
The more love, the more damage done. It had to stop. Or it just would be an endless cycle of conflicting emotions.
I pulled away from him and dared to look up into those big questioning eyes.
"Dylan, I'm sorry. But it's not you. I just can't love you like I love him.
