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Ella POV:

Being a twin is more complicated than people think. I honestly think that's why twins are a sort of rare thing to come across. Having an unexplainable bond with someone who is so different yet so similar to you is… intense. That's really the only way to sum it up sometimes it can be a good thing but other times it can truly suck. Especially when you lose your twin, it's like your body has been cut in half. You never knew how important that other half was until it was gone.

I feel that way right now as look out the window into the night sky. Staring at nothing and everything all at the same time, when Max drove off down the road… I can't even tell you how long ago that was it feels like years ago but the point is I was upset and happy. But now all I feel is depressed and drained I guess crying for… however long will do that to you. I never realized how important Max was to me most of the time I just thought she was a crazy, spastic, control freak. Now I'm starting to see the good in her. She didn't ask to be the way she is and me hurting her the way I do doesn't help at all. Max is truly misunderstood.

What makes it even worst is that the people who are supposed to understand her most don't understand her at all. Her family. And that's our fault we didn't try to understand her we tried to change her in to something we thought was best. We never asked for her input or even asked what she was thinking. I think we were scared. Scared to know what really goes on in that head of hers. Maybe she has psychotic thoughts of killing people or herself or maybe the fear that nothing was going on inside at all. But that's not true she was always thinking. Always planning or observing things in her own special way.

But sometimes her observations are wrong. Not always but things are not always as they appear. A reflection may obscure the image or at certain angle the observer may see something that changes the scene playing before them. I'm sure you all know what I'm talking about. Fang hasn't talked or looked at anyone since Max left. No he just waits outside of grandma's house on the exact spot that he first met Max.

Fang POV:

I've never been in love before but I'm pretty sure this is one way you can tell when you're in love. When the one you love says that they don't love you and then leaves, your heart pretty much feels like it's been cut out of your chest, set on fire, fed to a rabid dog, stepped on, and then put back in place by noncertified surgeon. A pretty picture right? I think the worst part in all of this is that I can't go numb. That's something I have always looked forward to when anything emotionally hurtful has ever happened to me. When my aunt raped me, when my dad died, when my stepdad walked out on us; after it was all over I could always count on that numbness to block the pain and anger I felt. But Max has done something to me; it's been 4 months and the numbness as not shown up. All the raw emotions swimming around me, consuming me… I can't take it. But yet here I am lying in my sleeping bag on the spot that I first met Max, waiting for her to come back.

Who knows if she'll ever come back! Why should I think that maybe one day she'll get up and realize how much she loves me and misses me? Why should I even think I mean something to her? What gives me the right to say that she'll even miss me? Was it the many tears she's shed over the time that we have known each other? Was it the cherished kisses we shared? The touches that sent fire shooting up our veins? The looks that held so many unspoken words and meanings that we would never dare say out loud?

I can clearly remember the first day I met Maximum Ride. I remember the strong dislike I had for her but the unexplainable pull she had on me. I was drawn to her like a bee to a flower, I thirsted for her. I had to get to know her understand why she had this affect on me. But she was so cold and closed off yet warm and open at the same time. It confused me and intrigued me making me even more hypnotized. As time moved on I finally understood enough to realize that she was no devil but an angel perhaps a fallen one but an angel no more no less. It wasn't her fault that she was different and uncontrollable no one took the time to try to understand her. She stood alone.

I slowly fell for her every passing minute that she was around me. But with Sam in the way she pushed me aside. Then Dylan shows up and suddenly I'm like last week's school lunch. I wonder if she went to go live with wonder boy. Or if she's by herself thinking about me as I am her. I wonder if she still remembers our last kiss the last time we both let down our walls completely to let the other in if only for a moment.

Max POV:

If only for a night I wish I could get the proper sleep I had been deprived of for the last 4 months. Just one night of beautiful, peaceful, blissful sleep but that won't happen because my mind never shuts down. No instead its up and running like a 24/7 Wal-Mart, the only time I seem to sleep is during the day in an alcohol induced slumber. That's my life right now stay up all night drinking on the couch watching TV, sleeping, eating and watching TV in the morning. I know Dylan and Omega are getting sick and tired of me but they're too nice of guys to say anything.

I've tried on numerous occasions to clean myself up and go do something but everything reminds me of them. And especially him I can't listen to the radio or watch anything on TV that has to do with love and happiness. Why should any of them be happy if I'm not? Dylan and Omega's happiness is enough to make me want to vomit! I'm happy for them really but all the love that's in the air makes me itch. My heart is cold right now, frozen over so excuse me for seeming a little more bitchy than usual.

I think about him almost every day that look in his eyes that look of nothingness. Just the thought of it makes me shutter.

"Max you cold?" Dylan asked from the chair next to my couch. Yes I call it my couch because I hardly leave it and it's shaped to my body now so it's mine!

"No I'm alright," Lie but at least I'm breathing. I am breathing right I can't even tell anymore. Maybe this is what hell is like instead of physical pain it's mental and emotional.

"Do you mind if I turn on the news I want to see if they're still talking about one of us."

I nodded slightly curious myself the press had caught wind about the huge blow out I had and how I stormed off and the end of the Rides sisters blah blah blah.

Dylan turned on the 11 o'clock news and we silently watched all the horrible and somewhat happy news stories. I started to drift off to sleep after a while but not before hearing something about a man who can't be moved.

Sorry guys but this is only gonna be one chapter my laptops acting up next chapter will be up… sometime?