I don't own Maximum Ride, Dylan or Fang. Woe to me.
Perfect.
That's what Max is.
The way her golden hair shines in the sun; the way her brown eyes sparkle when she's fighting; the way she practically glows when she's proud of the flock.
Simply perfect.
I could continue on for days about her and still have more to tell.
She's a fighter, a leader and a mother figure all rolled perfectly into one.
They don't say it, but I know the others believe that I only think this way because I was programmed to.
They're wrong.
It's true – I was created to be Max's perfect mate, but what they, and the Whitecoats, don't understand is that love can't be programmed into a thing, like one would program a microwave to cook something.
I learned that the first time I met her.
Unfortunately, she was so caught up in him that she couldn't realize how perfect we would be together.
But now he is gone again and has left my perfect girl broken.
For that, I will make sure Fang pays dearly. How could he leave knowing it would mean losing Max and breaking her heart in the process?
Ah well; there will be time to deal with him later. Now, my biggest concern is fixing my perfect, yet broken, girl again.
For even if she never returns my feelings, I love Maximum Ride, my perfect girl, for now – and for always.