I sit in the park, not wanting to play the game of tag. Only wanting Fang. Apparently, I want him back so much, I'm delusional.
"Max?" I hear his voice whisper softly. I shake my head. "Max." The voice says louder, persistent. A familiar hand rests on my shoulder. I turn slowly. It can't be. But it is. I pull my hand back, and let go. Punching him in the nose, hard.
"DAMN. I deserved it though." He says quietly. Almost to himself. Then he pulls out a packet of stapled pages. Unposted Blog One, the first reads. Each ending the same way. I'm sorry. Fly on, Fang. I want to hate him, but I just love him to much. I start crying, and hug him. And he thinks he's pathetic.