I'm alive! I finally got off my lazy butt and wrote this, since a lot of you asked for Max's POV, here it is! Sorry I haven't updated sooner, I've had a busy, hectic, and disturbing summer.

I was just recently diagnosed with an extreme case of depression. No, I'm not suicidal like many people asked, but it has cause a lack of appetite, and I'm becoming anorexic. Most of the time I have to force my self to eat, but I normally throw it up. I'm lightheaded and dizzy all the time. Oh, and my doctor won't even give me anti-depressentants. :l

Anyways, I feel much better after writing this chapter :DDDDDDD

If you find any mistakes, let me know. I still need that beta.

I guess I should shut up and get on with the story(:

~Disclaimer- Last time I checked, I'm an unknown girl, not a famous male author.

I mentally sighed, wishing I were anywhere else. Sitting across from me holding my hand, was my date for the night. Devin I think? It didn't matter. He wasn't Fang. I miss him so much. Yeah, yeah I know. I'm the one who rejected him. And I regret that more than anything else, but the voice told me to. He said that I couldn't get sidetracked; I had a world to save. I figured if I waited 'til the world was far from harm's grasp, then we could be. But when Itex took its last breath, Fang didn't seem like he wanted me anymore.

He gave up on me. He got over his little crush. That's all I was, all I ever would be.

If he moved on, why couldn't I? I started dating a little bit here and there, but I never felt anything. I wanted -no needed- Fang by my side, caressing my hand. All I had left was a distant memory, a soon to be lost impression, floating on the breeze, slowly slipping out of my reach forever.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a blur of black. Hope sprouted within me. Turning my head, the man I love run out the slightly crooked door, into the chilly autumn afternoon. Without a second glance, my hands were ripped out of cold clutches, and I ran after him.

Up above, the sun began to disappear, and the inky clouds acted as a misty veil. I should have known then it was a sign. A sign that my world was about to be consumed by the darkness, my light would be out forever. It was an intimation that me, the invincible Maximum Ride, would soon a trifling name, unspoken throughout memories long forgotten.

I followed the hazy character through a small town, its houses towering and somber. Imitating his every step, we ran into dismal home. By the time I entered, he had eluded my line of vision. I needed to find him, for there was a ghastly feeling crawling in me.

Cautiously, I made my way upstairs, where a faintly sobbing reached my ears. To my left, was an open door leading into a cramped bathroom where a body laid on the floor. Fang. My vision began to blur as I saw the crimson liquid pooling from his wrists and a tainted knife next to him.

His ebony eyes locked with mine for a fleeting moment, and a ghost of a smile played on his paled lips for one last time. The tears gushed from my eyes as I felt his non-existent pulse. He was gone.

It was then I noticed the paper; it's scarlet lettering mocking me. The tears came even faster, if possible, when I noticed no pen and discovered the disturbing truth of the ink. By the time I finished the letter, I could no longer see, for the tears obscured everything.

How could he be so stupid? I did love him! I didn't love any other man!

I was never happy without him; it was all an act!

Why couldn't you see I needed you? I will always hear you. I could never forget you.

How can I promise I'll be happy if you not walking this Earth? How can I be anything if you're dancing with the angels?

I love you, Fang. I always have, even if my naive self couldn't identify that blissful sensation in the beginning.

Suddenly, the pain crashed down on my like a tidal wave all at once. My throat was constricting, my palms sweaty and shaking, my body swaying, but I couldn't feel a thing.

It was as if I were a ghost, watching my body slowly collapsing from the inside. I saw my ghostly white hand reach for the knife by my feet. In slow motion, I glimpsed it penetrate where my heart used to be.

It was ripped out as soon as I perceived Fang's lifeless body.

I felt nothing as my soon-to-be-corpse crashed on the floor, next to my love, the tears and blood fusing together to form a disconsolate concoction.

I'm coming Fang; we will be together again soon. We can watch over the Earth, hand in hand, protecting it like we were created to do.

I love you.

I know it's short, but its the best I was going to do.

Anyways, review? I really don't think you want to wake up alone with only a rock as a friend. That doesn't sound fun, in my opinion. So . . REVIEW. Please? :3 Just click that little button right down there. Right there. I know you see it. Unless your Iggy, but your not. So ha.

Oh, one more thing. Can anyone find the hidden message? If you do, I'll give you imaginary cookies and dedicate my next one-shot to you :DD

~Jad .