Hey guys! Welcome to my story :)
I decided to write the continuation for Max that I always wanted to happen. I'm so sorry for my bad english, I'm from Brazil and it's been such a long time since I've written fanfics in english. Don't feel bad to correct me, that's really helpful.
Anyways, it's a very short chapter, cause I want to see if you'll like and read. Good reading! :D
MAX
- Max, wake up! Fuck, Max! - I feel Chloe's hands shaking me, her voice far away.
Even after two years, I still have nightmares. My rewind power is full of limits, but I wanted so hard one of them to be gradually forget about the alternative realities that I've been through, since I didn't stay in any of them. But I think that even if I could forget, the scenes where I'm tied in the dark room would remain in my unconscious. No one should have to go through this.
In those two years since Arcadia Bay was destroyed, I kept wondering where my power came from. Even the answers that seemed the best ones, had loose ends. After some time digging information and a lot of reading, I stopped asking myself, but I came with two conclusions: It came so I could find out what was going on at Blackwell; also I like to think that my power came so I could spend more time with Chloe before whatever would happen to her. I was very selfish saving her instead of all the people in Arcadia Bay, I know. And I blame myself for that. Every day I wake up and keep waiting for the universe to punish me. But I do not regret, I couldn't bear to see Chloe die for what seemed to be the 10th time.
- Max! Damn it, Max! Wake up! - Chloe continues to shake me. I finally opened my eyes sitting quickly. My heart slows as the relief comes. I'm safe, Chloe is alive and here with me.
I touch my damp forehead with sweat and give her a weak smile.
- Thank you - I say huskily, and Chloe takes a deep breath.
- Max, I don't know what else to do to convince you that you are not the villain, but the hero. Look at all the things you've done. You're SuperMax! I'm only alive and here because of you...
Chloe looks down for a moment, thinking about her last words.
- I'm so sorry, Chloe... I don't want you to think that I regret myself, it's nothing like that. But I wish I had the choice to save everyone, I feel like I failed.
- It wasn't your fault. And you're always going to be SuperMax, using your power or not.
I never used my power to go back in time again. I confess I don't know if I still have it. Actually, I don't even know what scares me the most: the idea of still having the power or no more. I feel safe with it, and that's a fact. Even Mr. Jefferson said when I was in the dark room that I was more fearless. But at the same time, thinking about everything that I've caused... It gives me goosebumps.
I've lost count of how many nights we've spent like this. At first we didn't talk about it, but I feel that it gets less difficult for the two of us as time goes by. I smile at Chloe and she returns the gesture with a tight hug. She pulls me into her arms and I do what she taught me: I keep thinking about my happy moments with her until I fall asleep again.
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