Max's Point of View
The nice looking lady finally brought me my chicken, and I dug in. The yummy fries were so good! I ate it all quickly, but was happy to recognize that full feeling I hadn't felt in a while. Once I was done, she brought me my cookies. They were still gooey; deliciousness!
Fang's Point of View
My thoughts were near to confirmed when the waitress brought her a plate of steaming chocolate chip cookies. As she turned to look at the old clock hanging on the wall, I saw her chocolate brown eyes and just knew. The way her hair fell onto her shoulders was so familiar- I remember running my fingers through it. It was so long now. She brushed it away out of her eyes and went back to her cookies.
Should I say something? Should I just stay in the background?
Max's Point of View
When I was done, I paid the lady and got up to go. That was when I noticed a boy sitting in a booth not too far from me. He was wearing a leather jacket, but I couldn't see his face. His worn out shoes looked so familiar…
Then he looked up. My eyes widened when I saw his familiar eyes. Fang.
Fang's Point of View
I knew the moment I heard a gasp that she had seen me. Then the waitress brought her change, and she momentarily turned away. I willed myself to melt into the background, throwing the newspaper under the seat.
Max's Point of View
When I turned back around, no one was there. Had it really been him? Or was I going crazy? My heart fell sharply when I realized that I must have imagined it. Sighing, I sat down on the seat opposite where I thought he had been. I placed my head in my hands and shut my eyes tight, wishing that he hadn't left. Why did he have to leave?
Fang's Point of View
She sat down right in front of me. To her, I was invisible, but I could see everything that she was doing. Her head in her hands, I watched painfully as a tear silently slid down her cheek. Did I cause this? I was such a horrible person… Another tear splashed onto the table as she opened her eyes. She was just looking at the seat, but it felt like she was looking right at me. Looking down, she whispered, "Why did you have to go?" Her forehead wrinkled into a frown as she tried to wipe away the tear that had started to escape. "Why did you leave me?" I could hear my heart breaking when I heard the pain in her voice. I had done this to her, my Max. "I thought you loved me…" I wanted so badly to say, "I do love you," but I didn't know if I should. I knew at that moment that my decision was not the best for her. She had taken the toll; I heard the fatigue and worry in her voice. "And now," she went on, "I lost everyone, and I don't have anyone anymore."
Wait. What did she mean? She lost everyone? I then noticed that none of the other Flock members had been sitting around her. Where was Dylan? Where was everyone?
She sniffled and kept going. "I mean, what am I supposed to do? They took them, and I couldn't trust Dylan, and I don't even know where I'm going!" Her voice rose to a higher level as she said this. "I've been trying to find them, but, but, it's just so hard to be all alone…" Another tear fell.
Oh Max, I thought. What did I do to you?
Max's Point of View
Pulling myself together, I got up and wiped away any stray tears that had escaped. It was a momentary sign of weakness, okay? I desperately needed a nap.
Walking outside, I went around back and found a nice little overhang that would shelter me from the rain. Pulling up my hood, I closed my eyes once again and let myself fall into a deep sleep…