Can't Move On
Song: Grenade by Bruno Mars
(A/N: did you enjoy the 837-word chapter? I hope so. :))
Dylan
Tears filled Max's chocolate brown eyes, and her face was red. I detected a sense of regret. My eyes narrowed, and I stepped back a little.
"I can't...can't..." Max choked out, a lonely tear slipping down her cheek. A bomb dived into my heart and took my hope for anything, for I knew what was coming. I held my hand up.
"Don't," I said, turning to leave, "don't say it."
I flew into the sky screaming.
"Stupid, stupid, STUPID!" I yelled, running a hand through my blonde hair. What was I thinking, assuming that Max could ever love me? That's it. I wasn't thinking. My brain was devoid of logical thought around her. I let out one more anguished noise, then I landed with an unruly plop onto the dry grass. Nudge bounced out of the house, but she stopped short.
"What happened, Dylan?" she asked expectantly. A shade of doubt crossed my face.
Nudge's gaze softened, and she threw an arm around my shoulder.
"I know just what to do." She said. I weakly followed her, still fuming underneath. She took me to…..Fang's room. I drug my heels.
"Where? Why? Nudge!" I exclaimed. She threw open the door, and Fang, silent and dark, was sleeping in his desk chair, his dark wings surrounding him. Nudge tugged at one of the feathers, and Fang's hand snapped out and caught hers. She whispered some mumbled words, and he nodded, his face a mixture of hate, guilt, and love. Nudge quietly walked out of the room. I sat down on a plastic yard chair in the corner of his room.
"What's the deal? Nudge says that your date didn't go so well." He accused me.
He tensed when he said date, straining to say it. I nodded.
"She doesn't love me." I said simply. Fang didn't look surprised. He sighed.
"She never can." He said wistfully. I clenched my fists and stood up.
"Of course she can! You just scarred her so much that-" I plopped back into my chair dejectedly.
"Sorry." I apologized. Fang's dark eyes regarded me coldly, as if I had stolen her from him.
"I will always love her, you know." He said, sincerity painting his previously lighthearted tone.
"You will, will you? Will you stay with her, take care of her? What's your commitment like, huh?" I barked.
"I only wish that I hadn't listened to Angel." He mused sadly. I had a sudden rush of pity for him.
"Go after her, Fang. She'll take you back." I commanded. Fang shook his head and stared at me like I was a plaque speaking useless information.
"But if I'm killed….." he trailed off. I studied the carpet, realizing the truth in this statement, but then anger washed over my senses again.
He wanted to keep her safe.
She can't move on without him.
But what if he knew that she would be safer in his arms?
Would she move on?
This I do not know.
But I would still be forgotten.