Good Enough
"I wanna tell her that she's beautiful, and show her that she's loved. But that won't win her heart..." ~Nice Guys (a good line from the song)
Dylan
What is wrong with me that she can't ever think of me in that way? What did I do? Was it something that I said? Because if it was, I'll take it back a billion times. I'll redeem myself forever just to prove me to her. But at least then I'd know why.
"Max!" I yell at her. She glares at me.
"What." Now, usually, that'd be a question mark, but that's not how she said it.
"You're not paying attention." I murmer, staring at the gleam coming off the orange juice in my glass. She rolls her eyes.
"As if I cared." she retorts. She doesn't, even to the survival of her own Flock. I stand, and fume at her. I hear her light footfalls behind me.
"No, wait, Dylan." she says. The way she says my name made my heart skip a little. Her jaw clenches.
"Nevermind." she says, brushing me off and heading back down the hall. She always decides against treating me with any sort of human kindness, as if I'm not a human at all! But trust me, I am. I've got emotions, same as anyone else. And I know she's been beaten, scarred, and ripped physically as well as emotionally for just living, but her treating me this way is doing the same to me. The reality of her thoughts sinks into my heart like slimy syrup into a sponge.
I'm not good enough to her. But she means everything to me. Love doesn't quit.
Fang didn't know that.
But I do.