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Fang

He had been watching and waiting for a while. Sometimes he wondered if she would even come back. Did she think that he forgot her? Oh, he remembered her. He would never be able to forget her. Maya was like her, but at the same time…she just looked like her. Sometimes Maya was conceited…Max was never like that. Never. He hoped that she was still the same and hadn't changed too much. Change is inevitable in this world. Of course she changed. But by how much? He wondered if she was still mad at him after she found out about Maya. Would she hold it against him if she came? Ugh. It hurt his head to even think about it.

A hawk landed next to him and looked at him curiously with its' dark yellow eyes. He looked at it and whispered, "I hope she comes."

The hawk flew off, leaving him alone again. He sighed—loneliness was like an old friend. He'd been alone for twenty years. Nothing was going to change it. Okay, he admitted, maybe Max would.

He stretched his wings, letting the wind unravel his feathers. It felt so good…he wanted to just take off and never return. He couldn't do that, though. What if she came and he wasn't there? WHE-if she came, maybe they could go flying. Just like they used to without a care in the world. Just them…together. Maybe even forever.

Wait, that would be pushing it, wouldn't it?

Things used to be like that…and then he left the flock. What would've happened if he hadn't left?

Would he still be as lonely as he was now?

0.O

Have you ever run as fast as you could, with no reason at all, and felt the wind rip through your hair? It feels so exhilarating because you have no idea why you're doing it. You know that feeling? That's how flying felt, times about a billion. I flew as fast I could—I was probably going 200 miles per hour, hawk power. I knew where I was going. I knew that he was there…It was just that feeling.

It had been twenty years, and a rough twenty years at that. I was mad, heartbroken, confused, and lonely. I could be surrounded in a room full of people- People I know, I love…but I would still feel empty. I needed to patch things up with Fang. And today would be the day. There would be no sense in trying to patch things up later. It was already later. I had to do it now.

And I was.

I flew past the cliff…purely by accident, I can assure you. I guess. I blamed the nerves. I jerked back and took that pitiful fly back. I hated going past my destinations. Always have. Always will. It's like walking to your pitiful death.

I landed quietly inside the cave. It's so familiar and nostalgic that I have to keep from throwing up. I can't help but think of when Nudge, Fang and I were going to rescue Angel from the School. Hah, things were so easy back in the day. I ran out of the cave. I had to…too many memories.

There, sitting on the edge of the cliff, was a black blob sitting hunched over. I looked around me, decided nobody else was there, and walked towards him. He didn't turn around. Perfect—this was too easy. I smirked and crept behind him.

"HEY!" I said in my most perky, teenager voice and sat down next to him, dangling my legs off the edge. He jumped about five feet in the air and looked at me like I was some stranger.

Well, I was. Let's just pretend I wasn't, yeah?

Fang looked at me, his black eyes revealing nothing but pure happiness. He was a mess; his clothes were worn and ripped, he smelled…well, gross, and he was filthy. He looked like he hadn't showered in months, and he didn't care. Gees, what happened?

"Hi, I'm Max." I felt like re-introducing myself. I don't know why. "I'm thirty five years old. I'm the owner of an orphanage for mutants. Apparently, I saved the world when I was fifteen. I have a terrible hoarding problem—I just found a note from twenty years ago inside one of the boys' drawers. And…I'm sorry." There, twenty years' worth of confessions in twenty seconds.

Fang smiled crookedly, catching on. "Hi Max. I'm Fang. I'm thirty five also. I'm a homeless flying person that has survived the apocalypse. And I forgive you, because you wouldn't be sorry if I hadn't left." His black eyes showed pain, happiness, and maybe a little bit of hope.

This was easier than I thought it would be. "So about that note you wrote," I said, pulling out the yellowing paper from my pocket. "Forever sounds pretty nice, doesn't it?"

Fang smiled even bigger, showing his surprisingly white teeth. "I think that you're right, Maximum." He turned around and opened his arms. I let myself fall into his arms, because this was what I've been waiting for all those years ago. "I still love you," he whispered, and kissed my hair. I didn't struggle, I didn't do anything. I relaxed.

Only for a second though. I sat up and looked him in the eyes, "If you leave again, Fang…"

Get this, Fang smiled. Again. Smiled. "Why would I leave if there's no impending death on its' way?"

I shrugged, "Oh, right." I leaned back into his chest, "And whose fault is that?" I looked up at him and smirked.

"Yours, oh master." I laughed. We stayed like that for a while; talking. It was amazing.

Hey, twenty long years can maybe do you some good.

J'ai finis!

Thanks for all the reviews and story updates, and etc.

I finished this at like, 11 pm. I'm tired, and I'll probably end up re-editing this.

but I hope you liked this!

-Vikkii