MPOV
It was like my life was on autopilot. The rest of the week, I was practically a zombie.
The next week was the week before the wedding (we postponed it a bit). I was happier, but not as happy as I used to be. I checked the date on his neck. It said in clear numbers: 9-10-09. That was a few weeks away. By the time the honeymoon was over, we would have enough time for a week of relaxation and then…
It's really hard knowing that your one and only love is going to die. I wouldn't think you'd know the feeling and I don't want you to feel the feeling.
"Max! Stop it! You can't keep moping! Get of your lazy ass and get moving!" Guess who said that. I'll give you a hint: it wasn't Fang, Iggy, Nudge or Gazzy. Or the voice or Ella or Mom.
It was none other than sweet little baby Angel.
"Get out of my life," I said, contemplating whether cutting myself would be an option after Fang died. Or maybe the rope. And the basement. Angel gasped and smacked me.
"Get your life on track max. You want Fang to remember you like this?" thankfully Fang wasn't there at the moment. He wanted to travel the world and so he was there. He was due back three days before the wedding.
Because three days before the wedding was my birthday.
I ran up to my room, ignoring Angel. I got my shower stuff and went into it. It was the only place I could cry freely without Fang here.
What would happen when he was gone forever?