Third of the day. Just felt like writing, I've had a lot of free time. I wrote this in my head when I was stuck on the roof, for example. Long story. The point is, when I have time and feel like it there will probably be more than one update a day.
Warning: This one isn't exactly ... happy. It's kind of sad. Just a take on Max and Fang's relationship. Or anyone's, I 'pose. Onward.
100 words.
He doesn't watch her and she doesn't watch him and they never say anything; won't that make it worse?
She can't cry and he can't scream and she doesn't need to be in his arms since he isn't aching to hold her, is he?
He's not her right wing and she's not his reason for living so she's not falling and he's not dieing, right?
If they're not together it's not the end of their worlds; because surely they don't need each other?
And it's happily never after but they get through; they're 'best friends' and that's what friends do.
Sorry about the rhyme at the end. I tried to get rid of it without having to rewrite the entire thing to stay in the limit and failed epically. Thanks for reading.