Summary: Once you find love, and you know it's true, hold onto it forever.
A/N: Tell me what you think! (There's nothing bad in it, but everything I write will be rated T just in case)
As I stood, watching her, I wished I'd never let go. I should never have let go of my only love, but I did; I thought I had to. I'll never know for sure if I made the right decision. I do know that I regret leaving her, considering I miss her dearly. I'd left because I felt I would bring danger to her, and because I did leave, we'll never know if I've prevented anything. It's been a year, and she and Dylan haven't gotten together, so I can't help but think she still loves me.
Max seemed happy, which of course made me happy. Happiness is all I've ever wanted for her. But I can't help but wonder whether she'd be happier if I were there right now, beside her. Maybe she would, maybe she wouldn't. It's the maybes that make my decision harder to cope with. Each decision you will ever make will have its pros and cons.
But now, I'm seeing the downside of my decision. I've seen her a few times, from a distance, and I remember each of those times. A few of them, she was crying about me at night. Others, she was having a good time. But most of the time she was just being Max, probably thinking ahead about something. That was my favorite, because when I think of her, that's exactly how I remember her face, her attitude, and everything else about her. No, I don't stalk her. I just need to make sure she's okay, or else I wouldn't have my sanity.
Suddenly, she starts to call my name. I feel pangs of regret, and then she yells, "Fang! I love you! Don't leave!" I stand straight against the wall as she wakes herself up with the screaming, and I see tears rolling down her cheeks.
I start to grin as she walks out onto the balcony, but then I get nervous, because I don't want her to see me. Thankfully, she doesn't. She just sits there, looking out over the railing, crying. I feel bad that I caused her to be upset, but I think it was the only reasonable option to have left. But I'm losing control; I need to get away from here. I'm blending into the background, but she could always manage to find me. If she does now, I don't know what will happen.
As it turns out, I don't have to worry about that, because I do lose all of my control. I jump out from against the wall and embrace her. She turns in my arms, an angry look on her face and says, "I told you, Dylan, I don't even like you!" But when she tries to push me away, she notices who I am. "Fang!" she yells.
"Max," I whisper. I love her, I absolutely love her, and I'll never stop.
Anger flashes in her eyes when she looks up at me. "Why?" She demands in a typical Max type of way.
"To protect you. I didn't want to bring danger to you and the others. I'd hate myself forever if I did that."
For a few seconds, she just keeps glaring, but it soon breaks into a smile. "I hated you for leaving." I hated myself for leaving, too.
"Max, you have to understand…"
I didn't get to explain, though. She shushed me, and kissed me, and that one kiss made coming here worth my time. It made me know everything was going to be all right. But it also showed me I'd have to take care of Dylan, because he's evidently been coming on to her, considering she thought I was him. Then she told me, "Never let go. Not again."
"I don't think I can I can't do that to either of us," I said, drunk with her scent. So now, I'll end this with a small piece of advice: Once you find love, and you know it's true, hold onto it forever.