I just sat there, staring at the TV in the hotel room I'd rented for the night for what seemed like hours. What have I done? How could I have done that to Max? My Max! I just caused her to sob hysterically on live TV in front of the whole world!
What kind of jerk am I?
'She made you do it, Fang.' I thought to myself, 'She told you to leave.'
'Yeah, well,' I thought back (feeling vaguely schizophrenic), 'If I wasn't such a jerk, I would've calmed down, given her time to calm down and then gone back and apologized my brains out!'
I rewound back to one specific part and hit play.
"Please." She pleaded, seeming to look right at me, "Please, if you see him, just tell him that. Tell him that I need him so much and I need him to come home." The tears started falling faster now, for both her and me, "I'm so sorry, Fang." She said, "I'm sorry." Then, she simply laid her head down on her desk and sobbed until they finally shut the cameras off.
I was kneeling in front of the TV and, as if I was speaking straight to Max, I said, "I'm sorry too, Max. Don't worry, baby. I'm coming home. I have to make things right."
I quickly wiped the tears out of my eyes, ran to the window, threw it open and jumped out, letting my wings lift me up gently. I quickened my pace and my wings began to guide me home.
"I'm coming, baby." I whispered again, "I'll be home as soon as I possibly can. Everything's gonna be okay. I know it."
And with that said to the wind, I headed straight home.
Straight for my Max.