Anything
Song: His Mistakes by Usher
(A/N: Part 2 to the last chapter, 'Nothing'. I've got midterms coming up! Woo. No. What that means for you peeps is that I'll get chapters up as often about as I do now. Over Christmas Break, however, you can expect the usual LOTS O CHAPPIES. Sound okay? And I know you peeps are busy now, too, so don't stress about it. Merry Christmas! :D )
Max
Dylan found me crying. He leaned down and laid a hand on my shoulder comfortingly.
"Is it the baby again?" he asked. I snapped my head up.
"No, it isn't the baby. It never was."
"What do you mean?" he asked. So innocent, unbelieving that I couldn't just forget about him, though I would never be able to...
"It's Fang." I whispered. Dylan's grip on my shoulder tightened.
"What did he do this time?" Dylan's voice was barely controlled. I sighed a broken, shuddery sigh, full of pain. Another tear snaked a serpentine path down my cheeks.
"It's what you'll never be. And that's my child's father. I can't take this lie anymore! I'm sorry." As I stood up, lightening cracked, illuminating the outline of Dylan's body. So perfect and broken again.
"What?"
"I'm sorry. I can't help it. I'm sorry! Please, don't make this harder."
The rain fell in sheets, just starting to drench us. I laid a hand on the back of his neck and kissed him on the lips. Fire danced between us, begging me to stay behind. I shifted, allowing my wings to be fully exposed. I forced them to take them to the air, flapping myself away from the life I was supposed to love. Into the darker night clouds I flew, flying to the only love I'd ever known.
The morning was beautiful. I had gotten fast food, and my stomach no longer grumbled. Wether it was the baby or my lack of food, I knew not. I was nestled between the branches of a tall oak tree. When Fang had come back six months ago, he had reminded me of the marks. If the Flock ever needed him, he'd come to their rescue. He hadn't included me in the words, but my name was mangled behind the first meaning. I traced a finger across the indention on the tree, an F and O, initials for Fly On, Fang's sign off on his blog. I wiped the back of my hand across my face. I probably looked horrible. My clothes were still damp from last night's traumatic goodbye. My hair was tangled and wind-blown. And my makeup had run, exposing the true me underneath. However, I was not alone. I wouldn't be for a while. I smiled, remembering the bird kid soon to join me. Perhaps me all alone, but she or he would be with me, forever. I stretched my wings out again.
Dylan
She doesn't understand. I didn't care that she had lied to me. I didn't care that her child wasn't mine. All I cared about is that she was with me. I had felt the fire flickering between us. But no, I wouldn't go after her. I'd just stay here, broken beyond repair to anyone besides the amazing Maximum Ride.
I don't care because love sees no flaws,
Only the scars that Fang left on her.