Fangs POV.
20 years later
She grounds herself on the outlook of the shadowy cave, dripping wet from the pouring rain. She didn't see me at first, I was still hidden in darkness, but I saw her. I didn't know it was her at first, I didn't recognize the hair. She'd always worn it shoulder length in chaotic ringlets , but now it held a long straight arrangement. She was taller, but only by a few inches, I still have at least a few inches on her. There isn't much of a change though, not really, she's still Max, I didn't perceive anything that could be the contrary. And then I did. She turns towards the caves, her face drenched and pale. It wasn't cold outside, but she looked chilled, the way someone is when going to a place where they are anxious . Perhaps she isn't cold, perhaps she is afraid. Afraid of what horrors may await her . Afraid of what she might find in this murky yield. Afraid of me. I suddenly thought this was a huge mistake, what was I thinking? I left for a reason right? Reuniting with her would just be pointless. Especially now. Things are different now and too complicated. I wasn't that same teenage boy, and she was absolutely not that same teenage girl. She's different, I can see it. She gazes deeper into the shadows, searching for me. Her eyes steady and firm, looking, looking, looking. But she finds no one, I stay silent, veiled in the dark musk that engulfs me. Unable to move, or speak. I'm petrified in position. Too terrified to do the one thing I've been dreaming about for 20 years. The day that I can see her again. The day that I can kiss. The day that I can hold her in my arms , and say everything's going to be alright, because I'll protect her. But now that this day has finally come, I know I can't do any of those things. Because things have changed. I've changed.