Miles
(The dreaded Mylan-ish chapter)
Max
I sigh, staring at our star...
"What about that one?" Dylan said, pointing to a brightly lit star. I shook my head. We searched the sky, then gasped. Right above us lay a dim star that twinkled faintly. Dylan turned to me, and kissed me softly.
"Perfect." I said, smiling. He nodded.
But that didn't matter right now. He was across the world with some dignitaries doing stuff. I crossed my arms over my chest stiffly. Hopefully, they weren't discussing my needed "heirs." I wrinkled my nose, disgusted at the conversation's flashback that returned from my memory. He probably wasn't thinking about me, Dylan. He had possibly found some beautiful not-freak to love instead of me. I'd be easy enough, with his deeply emotional turquoise eyes and sandy blond hair. And wings? Bo-nus. Fang didn't care. He never did. Left me a freakin' letter and ignored me. Told me not to think about it, to just forget it. How? You rip the one thing keeping me stable, and I am expected to stand firm?
No. Both of them are probably forgetting everything that ever happened. So why couldn't I just act...normal?
Dylan
I peered and concetrated, and I could see Max's beautiful figure gazing, as I was, at our star. I smiled. She didn't know that I could see her. Her brown hair with the sun streaks in it flew wildly behind her, and her eyes were locked on the star as if it was her lifeline. She bit down on her lip, and I could see a glistening drop of blood fall from it. I knitted my brows together in concern. What was bothering her? Life here in the meetings was boring. It would be at least a million times better if she was here, with me.
Fang
I looked at the only picture of Max. It made my heartrate quicken just looking at it. She was flying, and her long, white wings were extended to their full length. She was smiling, and her chocolate brown eyes shone with love. For me. Until I took that love and threw it on the wall, only to replace her with her own clone.
What had I done, this unforgivable act? I wish she was here. I wish that I had never left her. I wish that she knew that I loved her. I wish.