Cruel
Song: Grenade by Bruno Mars
Maya
Will I regret this? I wonder as Fang's outstretched hand gradually falls back to his side. He was about to take me. On a date. At the same place that he took Maximum.
"Is something wrong?" he asked. I nodded. 'Cause something is.
"You took Maximum on a date to that place, too." I said. His eyes widened. He didn't think that I knew that, apparently. He stares at his shoes. I can almost see the thoughts running through his mind.
Fang
I didn't forget about taking Max there. I just wanted to feel the way that I did with her on that first date. And Maya...Maya was a carbon copy. All I ever did to Maximum was to keep her alive! And she somehow distorted it into me breaking her heart. I guess, I could've told her in person. But she still would've followed me. I still love her. And somehow, I sense that it won't change. Maya's face turns from kind to that awfully flamiliar expression of anger.
"Wait a sec," she started. I clenched my fists as she realized. "Max is going to be near there. You wanted to feel the way you did with her, don't you? And then you wanted to throw it in her face! Well, guess what, Fang.." The way she said my name made my blood run cold.
"you won't feel that way you did with her because she loves you. But I don't. I just see now that you're cruel and insensitive and anything that I believed you weren't!" she exclaimes. With one flap of her wings, she's gone.
I search and sift my actions, hurrying to come to one realization.
I left. Without feeling and not even saying it to her face. Then I told her to forget me. But the problem with that: You can't just forget a part of yourself. And I had just realized a part of myself.
Cruelty.