If
Song: For You by Angus and Julia Stone
Max
I walked down the aisle, my light blue wedding dress allowing my wings to be stretched in the back. My hair was in gentle princess curls. Dylan smiled at the altar, and everything in my heart was telling me to turn away and fly, fly away. I reached the altar, and I gasped. Sitting alone where I was supposed to stand was a note, folded.
A black feather was resting on it. I snatched it up, and read.
Maximum,
Congrats on your wedding day. I wish that I could be there. But don't worry, I'm watching you read this letter. I know that it's been the time where I promised that I would come back. Tell you what; after you're done here, meet me at the hawk's cave. I'll be waiting.
Fang
My eyes shot up from the note. Dylan's gaze was unnerving. I gathered up my light, silky dress and pulled myself into the air, leaving Dylan waving sadly at my wavering shadow.
I landed in the hawk's cave breathless. Fang leaned quietly against the cave's wall, wearing all black. He was like a dark angel, I thought to myself.
"You came." I said hoarsely. Fang stepped forward and put a hand across my cheek, wiping away a rebellious tear.
"You were getting married." he said simply, flicking his eyes towards my arm silently. On it were pale scars spelling out, why? I had cut the marks when he left me. I hid it behind my back. He grabbed my arm gently, staring at the fateful scars.
He kissed them.
"You didn't needn't hurt yourself for me. I'm not worth it."
I wanted to speak, but he held up his hand, silencing me. He looked into the horizon. He refocused on me and handed me another note, written on faded notepaper. Then he flew away. I watched him and watched him until he disappeared, then I collapsed on the dirt, sobbing. My tears dropped into the dust, each filled with emotion and sadness.
I opened the note, my tears blurring the handwritten words.
Max,
I'm so sorry. If anything else had happened, nothing would have changed.
Remember that I love you.
Fang
Fang
I swerved in my flight path, and watched her chocolate brown eyes break again, her veil floating in the wind behind her. She was the very picture of beauty, her wedding dress in pastel blue with overlaying lace. Her beaded veil crown had the image of wings, one black and one white. She never moved on. I looked at her more closely. It is only then that I realized that the engagement ring on her finger wasn't Dylan's.
It was the one that I gave her.
A sign that I meant everything to her.