Original Cindy walked up to Max. Max was curled up on her bed, having barely moved at all the past week—she slept, tried to eat, and went to the bathroom. For a while she went to work; she was Normal's dream, working straight, run after run, no dallying or procrastinating. After three days of such behavior, Normal realized that something was very wrong, and told Max to take a personal vacation. Original Cindy had been working shorter days, because Max could not work by herself. She tended to space out and forget to eat, causing her to loose a lot of weight. What she ate she tended to throw up as well, scaring Cindy to no end that her best friend would starve.

Cindy had called Bling the day Max found Logan. Bling had quietly put together a burial, and contacted Matt Sung to deal with the murder quietly. Few people knew of Logan's death, namely Max, Cindy, Bling, Matt Sung, and, of course, Zack. No one had seen or heard from Zack, although considering he had left Kendra behind it was assumed he had run from the wedding.

As Cindy sat on the bed behind her robot best friend, brushing Max's long hair, there was a knock on the door. She stood up and opened the door to find Bling standing there. Cindy smiled sadly at him, and waved him back into Max's room.

***

Bling had found a file when he was going through Logan's computer; it was in a folder called Max, and was a letter. Logan had once told Bling that if anything happened to give 'dArkAngEl' as the file was named, to Max. Bling now carried the letter in his hand, ready to give it to Max and leave. When he saw Max sitting there, his heart broke. He held it together and handed the paper to Max, and quietly said, "Logan wrote this for you- I think you need to read it." He left, unable to stand watching her. Her heard her open the envelope and unfold the paper, and looked at Cindy.

Cindy spoke first. "It's horrible. I've never seen my boo like this before."

Bling agreed. "They were two halves, she must be lost without him."

***

Max was an empty shell. She could barely think, she hurt so much.

Max,
   I want to tell you that I love you. I doubt we ever said the words; it's not like us to be straightforward. We both have experienced too much pain, both know too much for out years. My life cannot compare to yours—you are so strong, having experienced more than I ever could, and you are two-thirds my age. That is one problem we would have faced… people would not approve. Then again, it is us: a genetically enhanced beauty and a underground cyber journalist. Who would approve anyway, but more importantly, would we care? At any rate, I am not writing this to dwell on the past, but your future. I hope you do not succeed into your shell, into your attitude and your emptiness. Just because I am gone does not mean my love is, because love can never leave.
   I wish we could have gone where we both wanted. I remember every kiss, every touch, every smile you passed my way. They were what warmed my heart. I bet you never knew how close I was to suicide. To but it blankly, if the water had not dripped through a minute later I would not be here to write this. You saved me, Max.
  I love you. I wish I could see your expression, not knowing if you will crumple this up or say it back. I have known forever. When you were in m apartment and I said I would not leave, I meant it. Nothing could have moved me from your side. Nothing still can. I love you… I am no longer in the flesh to tell you, but every quiet night you spend on top of the space needle, listen to the silence and I promise you will hear me say I love you. As my mother said, the universe is right on track.
  Don't close yourself up, Max. Leave your armor down, put away your sword. You will find that the world is a whole lot brighter that way. I closed after Valerie left, you opened me up. You'll be amazed at how free you feel.
  I am leaving everything to you, because you are the closest to family I have. The password to all of my computers is your to guess. I leave you a clue:
                
Forever eyes.
                 Dark.
                 Somebody's angel.   
Maybe my angel, I'll never know, but either way I love you.
I love you, Max Guavera.
~Logan

By killing Logan, Zack had killed her as well. She had felt a searing hatred, and a horrible hole in her heart. She now knew what love was—love was what she had been missing, but had now found again. It was the silver lining to her cloud, the glue that kept her worn heart from shattering. Pulling the final thing from the envelope, she felt her eyes tear up. It was a picture, a frozen image from the security cameras in Logan's apartment. It showed Max and Logan, sitting across from each other, both sleeping. Max recognized it as being right after their second blood transfusion. They both had expressions of complete happiness and trust; both knowing the other would never betray them. Max felt tears slide down her cheek, and she snapped.

***

The two, each from a different world, brought together by the love of Max and Logan, were both filled with grief. They stood there, speaking quietly, until they were interrupted minutes later by a loud sob coming from Max's room. Cindy's eyes teared up as well. She turned to Bling. "She's crying. She's finally crying."

THE END.