A/N- So yeah, I turned this into a twoshot cuz I couldn't turn Empty Memories into one. Pretend Angel never happened when you read this. I suggest you listen to Princess Of China.
Enjoy, enjoy what you read. Take it in and embrace it. Fall asleep and dream about it at night. (Copyright Alex Gaskarth)
WARNING. THIS CHAPTER IS RATED T FOR LANGUAGE.
The rain falls gently from the sky as the man and woman stand on top of a cliff. The blond woman stands at the edge, looking down at world as her wings are folded behind her back. "You came back," she whispers.
He replies quietly, "I promised, didn't I?" Over the years, the tall, dark man has become weary from stress and guilt, but the mystery and obscurity in his eye still remains.
A tear falls down gently from the woman's eye to her cheek. "How did you remember?" she asks.
"How could I not have?" he says. After all, the pain of her absence in his life remained for 20 years. But now, it isn't pain that fills his winged being. It is something that has been unseen for two decades, something that he has not felt ever since the dreaded day.
Love.
Glaring, the woman turns around, revealing her features to the man. Her face has evolved into pure, natural beauty, making the looker forget her ragged clothing and scarred arms. Her red eyes marked sadness, anger, frustration, all that had been called on this day.
"Why did you leave me? I thought you loved me, cared for me, respected me!" the woman accuses, her voice raising with each word. The woman had yearned for love, unfathomable love, a different kind of love that only he could have given to her.
She had wanted friendship.
But now that he is here, she makes sure he will feel the toll of his leave. He has to pay the price.
His eyes widen. He knew the hurt he had inflicted on her, but he was not expecting this. "Our love was distracting your task. I-I was trying to help you," he pleads.
The woman scoffs. "Help? Quite the contrary, my old friend. You broke me. And you turned me into something I hated being. Pathetic," she spits out.
The man sighs. He should have known she wouldn't understand. "Please, you have to listen to me. I had a mission to complete. You had your part, I had mine and-"
"BULLSHIT!" she screams. "So you couldn't have just explained to me what this mission was? Or why you had to leave? You couldn't have warned me that you had to go somewhere?" the woman counter-argues.
"20 years," she says in a choked voice. "20 years you've been gone. 20 years missed from the flock's life. My life. And what about you? Where've you been?" the woman demands.
The man furrows his eyebrows. "I can't tell you that. I promise, one day I will. But not today."
She narrows her eyes. "If that's how you want it, then fine. This has been a total waste of my time." The woman runs her hand through her long, silky hair and brushes past him.
The man panics; this was not how the meeting was supposed to go. In desperation, he calls out, "Max!"
She halts at the sound of her name. The woman had not heard his voice say it in years. "What?" she grinds out.
"Will you be my friend?"
Her eyes widen as she remembers that one day from their childhood. She turns around, facing her old friend. She comes closer and closer– is she going to kiss him? She brings her arms up and— punches his face. She continues to pound on his chest, muttering profanities. "Bastard. Idiot. Moron. Son of a bitch. Damn you, Fang, damn you."
She looks up, and the man notices she's crying. Just when he thinks she's about to wring his neck, the woman doesn't.
She hugs him.
"Never. Leave. Me. Again," she cries. Her tears stain his shirt as she sobs into his shoulder. His smell was still warm and comforting like before he left.
Surprised, the man puts his arms around her. "I won't, Max. Not now, not ever," he promises.
Her head rises, and he wipes a tear from her eye. They lean in and kiss.
And the rain continues to fall.
A/N- AND SCENE. I tried to write in a different style. I hope you like it! Sorry if it's a bit short.
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