Zack had been standing outside the building for a good 30 minutes debating whether or not he should just leave and come back later... much later. He had spent the last three months on the road preparing himself for this moment. The moment when he walked back into Max's life and found out for certain that she didn't need him and that she was living in a state of complete bliss with the love of her life. He took a moment to imagine the untimely death of that man, for all that he knew that he would never have the satisfaction of acting on it.
Max frowned at the clock and quickly checked to see if he was still standing out there. He was. Was he ever actually planning on knocking? Maybe she should just save herself from this agonizing waiting, give in, and open it. She sat down tensely in a chair reminding herself of why she hadn't opened it in the first place, she needed to know if he would come back to her on his own.
'How bad could it be?' Zack instantly regretted the thought as his mind was suddenly filled with a number of worst-case scenarios, all ending with his already trampled heart in pieces on the ground. 'Pull yourself together solider. Knocking on a door doesn't even begin to compare with the things you've been through'. Zack straightened and faced the door with an expression of determination one would expect to see on the face of a man going to war. He knocked.
"Finally!" Max exclaimed as she launched off the couch and threw open the door.
'Finally? What does she mean by...' Zack's thought was cut off by the vision in the doorway.
The "vision" was having trouble deciding if she was going to through herself at him because he was finally back, or just through a fist at him because it had taken him three long months.
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Note: He he. I hope there aren't too many people keeping up with this. No one is organizing a lynch mob or anything because I left it hanging like this.... right? I'll write more, probably, eventually.
Max frowned at the clock and quickly checked to see if he was still standing out there. He was. Was he ever actually planning on knocking? Maybe she should just save herself from this agonizing waiting, give in, and open it. She sat down tensely in a chair reminding herself of why she hadn't opened it in the first place, she needed to know if he would come back to her on his own.
'How bad could it be?' Zack instantly regretted the thought as his mind was suddenly filled with a number of worst-case scenarios, all ending with his already trampled heart in pieces on the ground. 'Pull yourself together solider. Knocking on a door doesn't even begin to compare with the things you've been through'. Zack straightened and faced the door with an expression of determination one would expect to see on the face of a man going to war. He knocked.
"Finally!" Max exclaimed as she launched off the couch and threw open the door.
'Finally? What does she mean by...' Zack's thought was cut off by the vision in the doorway.
The "vision" was having trouble deciding if she was going to through herself at him because he was finally back, or just through a fist at him because it had taken him three long months.
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Note: He he. I hope there aren't too many people keeping up with this. No one is organizing a lynch mob or anything because I left it hanging like this.... right? I'll write more, probably, eventually.