02. Strength
"I'll throw up my fist, throw a punch in the air and accept the truth that sometimes life isn't fair…"
Fang didn't know anyone who was stronger than Max. He didn't know anyone who could have the world on their shoulders and still be able to smile, much less laugh. He didn't know anyone else who after being brought down to their lowest, still found it in them to keep others going. Max was the strongest person he knew, and he loved her for it.
He could count on his fingers the number of times he'd seen her cry. In the face of Erasers and M-Geeks, in spite of the White Coats and their experiments, he'd never seen her give them the satisfaction of seeing her cry. He remembered how just days after Jeb's disappearance, she stood up and just took charge. She made sure they had food and gave them the strength to keep on going; she gave them her strength.
He loved the way she would look so beaten down by the world, but stand up even taller than before just seconds later. The way no matter what, she always just seemed to keep on going, to keep on living.
She was strong, physically, mentally, and emotionally. On his long list of why he loved Max, her strength was definitely one of them.
A/N. I am so, so, so, sorry if you got spammed with emails that this story was updated, but the chapter wasn't up. I have no fnicking idea what's going on since it says I updated but nothing is showing up! Ugh! Sometime FF is a pain the butt. I am seriously THIS CLOSE to throwing my laptop against the wall cause' the stupid thing won't let me update =(((
Gah, anyway I was thrilled with all the positive reviews! (Jeez, mood swings much?) My original plan is to update this daily, but that's not sure yet. I'll try my best though. Drop a review on your way out!
-Indy
