A little idea that popped into my head. Enjoy!

Me and Fang are like Fire and Ice. I'm Fire, heated and angry, while he's Ice, cool and calm. We are such opposites, yet know each other so well. We can't best each other, but we can't live without each other. Kinda like in Hairy—sorry, Harry Potter. Neither can live while the other survives. If Fang dies, my life isn't worth living anymore, just cause he isn't in it. If I die? I'm pretty sure he'll either kill himself or make some reckless decisions to get revenge, which isn't very nice. Because he's not an emotionless brick wall. He just doesn't like to show emotions, because he thinks emotions make him weak. But I have seen him show emotion. Like when I tried to cut the chip out. He was angry. Angry at being scared, angry that I was being stupid, angry because I might die and he wouldn't be able to do anything. And it's just the same with me. Like when Fang's heart stopped for a few minutes. Everything didn't matter anymore. I could have thrown myself off a cliff, and I would embrace that.

Some say the world will end in fire,

Some say in ice.

But Fang isn't just Ice. He's my fire. He's my opposite, my soul mate. He's all I need to survive on. Like, if I'm Fire, he's paper. Or wood. Or whatever is flammable—if you really want to know what is, just ask Iggy and Gazzy.

And the world ending in fire or ice? That's what I'm trying to save it from. And I can't do it without my fire besides me.

From what I've tasted of desire

I hold with those who favor fire.

I do. I show more emotion; I don't like to be restrained. I hate not being able to do any freaking thing because, I mean, then I'm useless. The sky's the limit? It's not. For me. And I'm always pushing the limit. Because I can always be better. And that's what the world needs in order to be saved.

But if it had to perish twice,

I think I know enough of hate

Hate is what is really destroying the world. What drives someone to do something? Motivation. And sometimes, hate is enough. It is for me. It is for Fang.

To know that for destruction ice

Fang doesn't talk much, but his words can sometimes pierce like ice shards in my chest. He's a master at controlling his words, making them really burn. Like fire.

I speak more through actions. This is also why we work well together.

Is also great

Fang is dark, like shadows. But he is crystal clear to me.

And I'm light. I flare up, I make my presence known. But I am more complex than you think. I'm a girl of many layers, rather like an onion. And like an onion, I can be useful, and I can make you cry. And through the many layers, I only show a few. Yet Fang can still see through it all

And would suffice.

And Fang, Ice, has destroyed me. He's left me. Quenched my Fire. My Fire has gone out. No light. Poof. Like a candle—smoke. Wispy. Thin. Weak. Blowing in the wind, never to feel free again.

I mean, how can a girl save the world when her fire is gone?

A/N: The poem was Fire and Ice by Robert Frost, my favorite poem of all time. This is basically my call against Fang leaving Max.

Proof? 'Fire and Ice' is an anagram of 'Fiancé Ride'. Ride? Fiancé? HELLO? Yup. It's a sign.

Fire and Ice is also an anagram of 'Can Edifier', and Edifier means enlighten, to improve the morals or knowledge of somebody. The world ending in Fire and Ice can enlighten and improve, because then we will no longer take petty things—such as love—which come about often—for granted. Like Max. And Fang.

Thanks for reading. R&R!