280th Reviewer: IggyIsAwesome
Ahh, such a busy life. I want to move closer to my family but my mom is waiting for a signal from God...
Sorry for taking forever and a day!
Fang sighed as he slowly shuffled through the multiple sketches he made over again. They never caught that light in her eyes when she laughed or smiled. The sketches weren't as good as the real thing. The way Max would brush her hair back or the way her eyes crinkled when she laughed could never be put down on paper. There was just always something wrong with his sketches that he could never get right; her beauty seemed impossible to put down. He pulled out a square of paper, creased over and over again.
The sketch upon it was slightly blurred and faded but Fang still remembered every detail like the back of his hand. He carried this around wherever he went and constantly opened it up to make sure it was really there and that he wasn't just in a really long dream. Max was imperfect in the way a perfect person could be. Fang could see her angry sides, her happy sides and her loving sides when she tended to her 'flock.' She was hot-tempered and tended to take charge whenever she possibly could. But she was gentle as well, knowing just what to do when something went wrong and giving good advice when necessary. She was pretty much like a normal girl - minus the wings and all.
Fang had never realized just how much he was in love with her.