Fang's POV
I looked at Rebeca, every one said I was the luckiest man alive to have her. I was the only one who thought differently, and I couldn't hide from that any more. She was beautiful, though she couldn't hold a candle to some of the things I have seen, and she wasn't deep, you ask her what my favorite color is and she'll say black just because that is what I like to where, when my favorite color is blue, you ask her my favorite pass time and she'll answer playing my guitar when the answer is really reading. So, I made up my mind about our relationship.
"Becky?" I ask.
"Yes, Fang?" she replies looking into my eyes, I couldn't help but notice they weren't the eyes I wanted to look into.
"I don't think it will work, you and me." I told her simply.
"What? I don't understand, are you breaking up with me?" she asked disbelievingly.
"Yes." I said, my usual mask on, she slapped me and got out of the car blaming the door. She didn't even notice that by doing that she would have to walk home. I got out of the car, Angle, who had been doing her home work, stated laughing as soon as Rebeca was out of ear shot, I looked up at the ruin of a once great building and saw some one I thought I would never see again.
A/U get over it Bree, I didn't want wright about so many characters so I killed a few, sue me. Plus I have a special little flash back planed for his death. And to O Wingless One: you'll see.