I need some new inspiration, and I hope that this will make me want to finish some of my other stories as well. So here we go…

Fang's POV

There I sat, on my bed; naked and happy. The love of my life, Lissa was scrambling to re-dress, her red hair flowing behind her tiny figure. When you picture me; muscular and tall, with a woman like Lissa; fragile and small, it's kind of ironic. But you don't choose who you love, or don't love; they choose you. At least that's what I believe.

Lissa reached for the handle to leave my apartment, and I spoke for the first time in a while.

"I'll pick you up Friday night. 7 o'clock." I marked the time and date of the rest of our lives together; so to speak. For those of you who haven't figured it out yet, keep reading. You'll figure it out.

~Later~

I sat in the restaurant, unable to stop toying with the small black box in my pocket.

Lissa entered, joy filling her emerald green eyes. It had been a while since I had seen her that happy; not since I first asked her out, 7 years earlier.

I stood up and walked around the table, pulling out her chair. She smiled, and my heart thumped painfully in my chest.

Minutes later, we ordered and waited patiently for our food, making small talk in the silence.

"So, Crystal from the modeling agency called me back today." She took her very first sip of red wine, having just turned 21. Her facial expression read that the wine was a little too sour for her liking.

I coughed deliberately, pushing her to go on.

"I got the job!" She squealed, "I'm going to Europe!"

"Great! We can go together!" I took her hands in mine.

"I don't want you to leave your life behind. It's not worth it, really, it's not. Besides, it's not like we're married; or even engaged for that matter!"

"But that can change." I placed one hand in my pocket, the other still intertwined with Lissa's.

She laughed, "The last thing I need is to be tied down to one person." She looked at me lovingly; my gut told me to prepare for what she would say next.

She continued slowly, faster with the more words she spoke, "Nick, you're a great guy, really. But if I'm going to go to Europe, alone," She added, "I really don't need the guilt of cheating on the love of my life back home. And believe me; no one goes to Europe just to stuff their face with foreign foods." At first I wanted to point out the fact that we eat a lot of European foods, but I was too dumbfound to speak. I finally forced myself to say something; my voice rough and hard.

"I'm glad the past 7 years have meant as much to you as they have to me." And I left. I got in my car and I drove to the one place that most people could turn to in a time of need.

The local bar.

Max's POV

Sitting at the local bar, I held out my hand and examined it closely. Everything was the same, except my ring finger looked strangely bare without Sam's token of love and faithfulness on it.

Sighing, I recalled our last fight. The one which ended with me shoving the engagement ring into his hand and leaving without another word.

~Flashback~

"I'm leaving for Italy tomorrow. Now are you coming with me or not?" He asked. He began to pack my stuff, anticipating my going with him.

"I can't just leave my family! Mom needs me, raising triplets with no one else's help?"

"Haven't these past 7 years meant anything to you?"

"They've meant everything to me. But I can't just leave my life behind!" I yelled.

"I'm your life, Max." He placed my hand to his lips. I abruptly pulled it away and said,

"No. My family is my life. You're just my ex-fiancé."

"Ex!?" He shouted.

"Yes, Sam. Meaning there is no more us." I finished packing my bags.

"You can't leave!"

"Just watch me!" I turned to leave our- I mean his- apartment. He grabbed my arm and pulled me back to him.

"I'd rather you stay." He whispered, coming closer for a kiss. Just as I could feel his breath on my face, I said,

"And I'd rather you let me go. Goodbye Sam." I left him standing there, starring at the engagement ring left in his hand.

~End flashback~

Now, here I am at the local bar; lonely and loveless.

While wallowing in the pity of my pathetic life, a man about my age came and sat down beside me. He was wearing a tux, his long jet black hair covering his eyes. He was extremely attractive, but why waste my time? All men were scum at the moment.

"Give me some Whiskey." I said, fed up with my life.

"Make it a double. I'm buying." The man next to me offered. His voice was smooth and deep. Normally, I would decline and say that I could take care of myself. But something about him, and the way my life had turned, made me bite my tongue.

"Thanks." I looked into his dark brown almost black eyes. They were intoxicating.

"I'll have Whiskey also. Double." He said without breaking eye contact.

As the bartender sat down our drinks, the man next to me held out his hand. I wearily took it.

"N-Fang." He grimaced slightly.

"Max." Something about his touch made me pull back suddenly. He noticed it too, because he turned back to his drink and chugged it down. I did the same.

"Two more doubles. One for Max." He pointed his thumb in my direction.

The night continued on like that, and eventually everything turned a little fuzzy.

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