A/N: This obsesses me, because it's so sad and sweet. What was going through Fang's mind during the wedding?
I can't be scared. I have to do this. Dear Max—you looked so beautiful today. I suck in a breath. Couldn't I delete this? Just stay with her? The small arrow hovers above the print button. I finally click, a final definite sound. To my dismay, the printer is working perfectly. The papers start printing. I take the envelope I had prepared in my hand and fold the papers into it. I stuff it into my fancy jacket.
"Fang!" Max says. I walk over to her and flash a smile though I'm dying inside. She grins back in that beautiful way she has. I look at her face, memorizing her every feature. "Come on," she says. "We can talk after the wedding," she adds mischeviously. She meant kiss, not talk, of course, but it hurts me deep within. There will be no 'after the wedding.'