Just a note: This short chapter is in Fang's Point of View. Here ya go!
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I sat down beside Max. She had been crying for a long time. I put my arm across her shoulders, saying, "Max."
She looked really startled. She jumped up from the rock and glared at me. "Max," I said again. I searched her face for something I was missing – I was sure there was something – but I found nothing.
"I'm so sorry…" I whispered. I waited for her to reply. To say it was okay. To say that everything was fine. But it wasn't. I had wrecked our fragile relationship. I stepped toward her, and she stepped back. I took another step toward her, and she stepped back once more.
"Max," I said again, a little louder. "I'm so, so sorry. I can't believe I actually thought Dee was telling the truth. I missed you so much. I watched you, all day. I didn't know what to do." Max turned her head. She looked scared for a moment, then shocked, and then she looked back at me.
She quickly pulled me into her arms, hugging me tightly. I wrapped one arm around her waist, and stroked her hair with the other. "Fang," she whispered in my ear, "I forgive you. Now back away quickly, okay? It's important. Don't ask any questions. I love yams too." I was shocked. I wanted to ask why, but just then Max pushed me away. I took a step back, gazing at Max.
Something crashed into Max right then. I saw a flash of red, and realization hit me: it was Dee. Max flew, and by flew I don't mean like a bird, off the edge of the cliff. "MAX!" I yelled. I leaped toward the edge, but Dee caught me.
"Where are you going, Fang?" Dee asked sweetly. I punched her in the nose. She fell back, staggering, and fell to the ground. I looked over the edge, to see Max falling quickly, getting closer to the fog that swirled above the water. Was she smiling?