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"I won’t leave again. I promise."

"I'm just-- I'm glad you're back."

"I texted you and said not to worry." She explained as she tried to wipe her tears off. "I thought you will—-okay. There’s no excuse for whta I did. I’m so stupid. I’m so sorry."

"Well, it doesn't matter now. You're already here."

Max wrapped her arms around him and held him as tight asshe could. “I’m sorry…I’m sorry.” She repeated, her voice slightly hoarse as she finally spoke for the first time in weeks.

"You've scared me, a lot. And-and I was going crazy finding you. Please. Don't. Do. That."

Maxine spent two hours in the headmaster’s office and an hour in Smithson’s office, making sure that she wouldn’t do the stunt she had pulled again and of course, to make sure her wellness of her being. After spending time in Underworld really did wonders to her mood. All she wanted to do was to curl in her bed. As she made her exit out of the Main Building, she stopped on her tracks as she found on her friends standing on her way. Max didn’t know what to say but she could feel the tears coming. They probably did not recognize her; her hair was cut short just right under her chin, still have fading blackeye and her bones were more prominent. She opened her mouth to speak but no words came out.

Louise's hair got longer and he's grown a scruff over the months of stress. When he turns and sees Max he didn't have any second thoughts and just tackle hugs her. "I miss you. Don't leave like that." he croaks.

"Why’re you sorry?" She softly asked, pulling her wrist from his grasp and crossing her arms over her chest. "You didn’t do anything wrong actually, you just broke yourself out of a meaningless relationship with an uncaring bitch, so why are you here and apologizing?" She spoke, turning around to face him, her face blank but obviously affected from how her voice was wavering. 

Of course he could not tie his tongue up to stop it from uttering sentences laced with sarcasm, "Good question, it deserves a meaningful answer." At the last statement though, the sarcasm eased up because he was serious about giving her a meaningful answer. "I apologized since you did not deserve that kind of break up, I was angry and it was driving me mad again." Oddly, enough he accepted that he was a crazy person, but he these days, when he finally accepted that he could not get rid of his disease, it seemed like his father heard his prayers. "I snapped and I snapped at you. I never really thought of breaking up with you, even if I feel wrong in the inside, even if I feel restricted. And I'm not like you, logic first before emotion. I'm filled with emotions, my father is also a god of madness, madness was driven from emotions, you see the pattern, right? Well, back to the point, I lose it. I let my emotions drive me. Then there it went a horrible break-up. Now, you're probably wondering why I felt restricted, I have a simple answer to why's that so: I'm a guy who's craving for a relationship that has a foundation of emotions in it. Something sappy. And that has not yet to come. It was not you. That's one reason I broke up with you--actually I'm gonna let you know the reasons..." He wished he knew how to lie un this circumstance, to make it less harsher but honesty was making it easier for him to express what he truly felt. "I feel emasculated too, it seemed like you push so hard to be the Alpha it's--it's I don't know, it's controlling. It seemed like you're too controlling of situations. And we could never be equal in circumstances. It's like you hold the eighty percent and I hold the twenty percent. I'm more of an equalist kinda guy, dude." He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

Fee was in the middle of a conversation with her mum when she heard the doorbell ring, causing her mom to disappear and the redhead to go and open it. To say she was surprised to see Louise on her doorstep was an understatement. “Obviously,” she dryly replied, her eyes taking in his appearance and the head wound that he currently had. “I’ll fix up that wound.” She called over her shoulder, moving to the kitchen to grab the first aid kit, not bothering to be polite to him since clearly she was just a bitch to him. 

He got in the house just to stop her from walking. He grabbed her by the wrist. "Wait." he said, "I'm not here for you to medicate my wounds. I could've just went to a hospital or whatever if I am." he said and then he pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'm here to tell you I'm sorry. That's... all." 

She blinked at him. “What? I don’t understand. Why would she leave?”

"I don't know, okay, I don't..."

"She seemed comfortab…" He was not able to continue what he was about to say since he already walked away.

As she listened to Louise shout, the redhead was pursing her lips and quietly watching him get all worked up. When he was finished, she spoke in an impassive tone. “You’re observations and comments have been noted,” before turning on her heel and walking out of his room.

He followed her outside and then he looked at her. "You know what, you're a fucking bitch! I don't even know what the fuck I saw in you, you don't even fucking care, Felicia. I'm done with you. I'm done with this relationship. This isn't even worth it. We only fuck each other that's the focus in here. There's not even a real relationship here. So fuck you. We're over. You're not worth it." He then entered his room and closed it.

"I don’t like what you are implying, Fletcher. I care about Max too, okay." She almost snickered when she heard her reason. "Camping? Why would she go on a camping on fall? Summer’s over. What do you think happened to her? But hey, Max likes doing shit without thinking. Maybe she’s really on a camping trip."

"Camping trip, there's not a thing inside her room, Jane."

"Okay, so no note and her phone isn’t working because calls and texts aren’t going through. Think Hades would know?"

He sighed. "Excuse me but she left a stupid fucking text that's her note or fucking hint to us. Of course. She probably fucking threw anything that we could use to track her. There's no trace of her fucking things in her room, even her stupid sheets aren't there." he then tried not to give her an incredulous look. "Why would he fucking care, huh?" he spatted. "The gods don't care for us. If they do, my father would have been there for me when I was having my depressed episodes or any episodes I have. He would've lifted the madness inside me if he cared, but he didn't. He never even once contacted me in any form. The fucking twelve and powerful gods of the Greek do not care." 

He had his fingers on his chin, thinking deeply. “Why would she even run away?”

"I don't know, maybe because she feels like she's out of place in this time?" he sighed and then grabbed his jacket and wore it. "I need a moment." He then got out of the house.

'Uhm, what?” She squuezed her temple and sighed. “Will you sit the fuck down though? What do you mean she is gone? What camping?”

He groaned and then sat down. "She's gone. Not aroun-- gods, of course you won't fucking notice! Max is gone, Jane, just so you know. She usually don't pull this impromptu camping shit. She doesn't like doing that without nobody with her. I checked her 70s friends and they're around but she's not." he sighed his frustrations. "I'm having a really bad feeling about this."