Fang's POV- (Seventy Years later. Basically, back to where Chapter 1 started.)
Part 1
I looked down at her cold, wan, lifeless body; lying there in that casket.
I shouldn't have come. It was completely just a decision that crushed my soul a little more.
My heart must have had expected her to be herself. Back to what she was.
Almost, I didn't come because I wanted to remember her for what she was; my loving, pink-cheeked, feisty and sexy wife.
A strong hand gripped my shoulder. I shook and almost jumped a thousand feet back.
"Fang, we all feel like we are missing a part of ourselves. You probably a little more, but we have to remember her for what she was and how important she was in our lives." Iggy said slowly.
This was one of the few moments that Iggy showed his compassionate side, and lately, I have been nothing but a huge mush ball, so everything seemed so meaningful. Then, quickly, the 'mushy' would turn to 'angry'.
I patted him on the back, and walked myself out.
I sensed him following me, but then, he must have realized that I needed some time to think. He walked back and murmured something to Ella and Gazzy. I walked a little faster and blocked all the thoughts that tried to fill through my head.
My car was parked at the back of the huge parking lot. Rows and rows of cars were filed in next to each other. Max was one of those people, you never forgot, but a couple of decades ago, I could promise you that this parking lot would be half full. Now, since we had established our lives and had grown old together, we had everyone here. Cars were spewed all the way on the side of the road, and a few scattered on the next street after the intersection was broken off.
I drove with my head in the clouds. I was thinking about her, and this time it wasn't anything bad. It was our wedding day and how wonderful she looked.
I didn't sleep that night. Mostly, I just sat in the bed, freezing my ass off.
I outstretched my wings and wrapped them around myself. I hadn't flown since she…
It felt nice to free them. The muscles relaxed and I felt like I could conquer the world.
Then, a ten ton pound of rocks weighed my down. I needed to put my mind to something. Fill my head with something to distract me from… For my own sanity. The only other option I could think of was suicide, but whenever I thought of that, my mind wandered to another subject. Like, it was being controlled. No, not by Angel. I blamed it on me being psychotic and thinking that Max had something to do with it by the big guy up there.
I doubted that the 'Big Guy' had time for me. Maybe, I didn't even classify as being one of his creations. Did I really have a soul? I always thought that we did. Oh no, I was not going to let myself think about her and whether she had one.
I knew she did.
She had too.
I wrapped my wings around me tighter and squeezed my eyes shut. I forced blackness to fill every cavity of thought that might be provoked if I thought about anything about her.
There was no way that I could fall asleep after thinking of that.
I lifted myself from the bed and opened the window as far as it could go. Could, I, the old man, really do this? I never really thought of myself being old, I guess I was young at heart.
I tilted off the side, and flung myself from and out to the sky that awaited me.
I felt like a drug was rushing through every cell of my body. It was exhilarating to fly again; like inhaling a fresh pot of coffee, with fresh grounded coffee beans.
I could feel her. Her warm hands running through my hair, her breath on my neck, and the soft lips on mine; I was holding Max, in my arms.
Falling, falling, falling. I must of stopped flying. I dived towards the earth and up again racing to meet the stars. She was there. I know she was. She had to be. I felt my Max, there in my arms.
Part 2
I woke up in the morning early.
I panicked because it was 4:17 AM, and the more time I was awake, was the more time I had to deal with the thought of losing her.
Suddenly, I became furious with myself. Dread filled my brain, and the only thing I could think of doing was flying.
I pushed open the window and snapped my wings out into the cold, windy sky.
Fang, remember I love you. Don't be afraid to live. I'll wait for you, here. Don't worry about where I am; I will be here. I promise you.
My heart stopped. Was I going crazy? Did I really hear that? My wings frozen and I plunged down to the ground, from 300 feet in the air.
Hope you all liked it! New chapter is going to be worked on the second this is posted. I honestly didn't write a really long chapter because I wanted to think of some ideas and make them be separate from this chapter. –IR2me
