Morning Light

Fang ran a hand through my hair as we sat down on my bed. I watched as he cautiously slid the blinds down so no one could look in. Sometimes I thought I saw him looking back at me…and now I see it. He wiped away the tears with his hands.

Fang leaned in so his lips brushed against my lips, "I tried to smile and laughed as you turned away but I was bleeding. I never wanted to let you go." For most of his life, Fang didn't know how to talk, didn't know emotions, and didn't know life. Sure, I had gone through a pain similar to his but now, I felt like one of those rich kids that complained about not getting the right present for their birthday.

I wanted out of this dress and into pajamas. I wanted Fang to hold me again; we had lost a year because of Abraham. I could see the fear in Fang's eyes of that man when he spoke of him. I would make sure Fang would never have to feel that way again. I yawned and Fang whispered again, "Sleep." He stood up and went to leave.

"Don't go away," I begged. I reached for his hands and I was lucky to catch them. Sometimes, Fang can move so fast even though he normally doesn't. When our skin touched it was like magnets. His hands instantly wrapped around mine and he stared at me.

"Max," and his eyes were on the note that I left on the dresser. The words still cutting through us both and tearing us apart. I wouldn't let a threat ruin me. "He'll hurt you."

I smiled at him as he ran a hand through my hair. He stood in front of me, still sitting on the bed. I stared up at him, "Since when did I ever let the fact that someone was going to kill me come between us? I'd rather start fighting for my life again than be without you." I paused to see him frown, he didn't like where this was going. "You and the flock are my life." It was the truth.

"And you're mine. Why risk your life?" Fang let go of my hands. He ran a shaking, nervous hand through his hair. "Everything I feel, I never had that until you." I knew that and she could say the same thing.

I stood up and walked over to my dresser. I opened the drawer and pulled out pajamas. "You promised me you'd never leave Fang." I remembered it better now. Crying in his shoulder after we had first split apart. We were just fourteen then. I took off my shoes and then slipped off my dress. I stared at him in the corner of my eyes. He was looking right at me, staring at my face. I slipped into the blue plaid pants and button-up shirt.

"Max," he whispered. He was finally coming to my side. He was seeing that we weren't going to get through this without each other. I wasn't ready to go where we had gone before. But I knew that I wanted to at least hold his hand, kiss his lips, and hear his breathing next to mine. That was all right wasn't it.

I wrapped my arms around his waist in a hug. I felt his hands fumbled to undo the ponytail in my hair so that now, the freed strands fell down on my face. I rested my cheek against his chest and closed my eyes. Nice, warm, amazing. I couldn't feel anything else but him. I let out a deep breath when he finally wrapped his arms around my shoulder and pressed me against him.

"Say you'll stay until the morning light," I whispered.

He nodded his head, "Anything Max."

And then, we went to lay next to each other on my bed.

Fang opened his eyes to find Max watching him, memorizing his face all over again. He was hoping that she would sleep longer than him so he could've done just that. She stretched out her wings. One of his had come over her to protect her. "We'll be safer Fang, make sure there's no way they find out." Max gave a weak smile as her brown eyes looked up at him. She knew it wasn't that easy.

"I love you, always will," he answered back saying all that he needed to say. If this was the only way Max could be happy with herself and with her life, than Fang would be there for her. He had been willing to separate them before to protect her life back when he thought she could move on. Max had made the choice though, them together over her safety. He loved having her back again this close.

Max brought her hands up to under her chin, the sleeves a bit too long and smiled. On the small bed their limbs intertwined. Fang lifted his head and looked over his shoulder, "Door?" He recalled thinking of the time when Iggy had walked in on them.

"Locked it when I woke up, you sleep better than you use to," she noted now. "I crawled over to you and you kind of woke up but I kissed you on the lips and said it was all right." She blushed; he loved when she did that because it was rare for her and she was beautiful when she did. "Then you went right back to snoring." She laughed.

He smirked, he never smiled so much in the past year combined then he did in the past few days. Max moved and her hands disappeared underneath the long sleeves of the shirt. They were so big on her that he wondered how Max had even gotten them. He simply picked up the fabric and looked at it. She knew what he was saying.

"They're yours," she whispered. "I accidently got them in my laundry, figured you would never wear them, and kept them. We were broken up but I didn't want to let you go." Fang smiled wide.

"What if I said I wanted these back?" His voice was low and serious as he wrapped his arms around her. From a sliver in the shade he could tell it was still night. Max shrugged.

"I don't know, what do you want to do?"

Fang opened his eyes when a bright light flashed in front of him. Panicking he looking in front of him to see Max casually sitting up and looking out the window. Her bare back was facing him and her brown hair dangled down in curls barely brushing her skin. He saw her red cheeks and her brown eyes searching. Her wings were ruffled a bit from the dreamless sleep she had. The tawny feathers showing off in the light.

"What are you doing?" he mumbled. Max didn't even jump like she use to when someone caught her by surprise. She sighed as the light grew brighter on her, casting reflections on the glitter in her hair. The make-up she had worn was faded and she was back to her real, beautiful self.

"Pissing them off," she whispered. "I don't want to pretend that I don't love you when I do. We'll fight them." She gave a grin. His angel, his savoir, and he could never get enough of her. He laughed lightly and smiled back at her.

"Don't fade away into gray," he sat up to whisper in her ear, "standing in the light."

"I'm not going anywhere," she promised before a new round of kisses began.

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Song is "Morning Light" by Graham Colton Band

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