Fang's POV:

I stormed over to the sliding glass door that led to the balcony, ignoring the four pairs of confused eyes glued to my back.

I slammed the door open and leapt into the night, my black wings snapping out as pushed off the balcony.

I flew high into the sky, into the cloudy, crisp darkness. I always liked things darker.

Pushing away all the thoughts about Max, her eyes, her lips... I tried to calm down. I've always had a short temper when it came to certain things, and this was one of them. The relationship we shared was taking its toll on me, and I was the flipping the fuck out.

I couldn't handle listening to topics about love, couldn't stand whenever we came near a couple of lovers. Just the L-word in general could make my mood sour.

I cleared my mind, just trying to focus on other things besides my merciless, hard life that I really need a break from.

I stare at the moon as I fly aimlessly through the clouds. So beautiful... just like Max...

Enough with her! I mentally scold myself.

Once again, I try to distract myself by emptying my head. I continue to stare at the moon, studying its details and admiring its light.

Until the shadow of a winged-human passes over it.