#max writings

I miss you so much Chloe. Everyday I feel like I made the wrong choice. You gave the choice to me… you gave me permission. But how can I ever feel like I made the right choice? I can’t stop thinking about how I should have chose you, even if it meant the lives of hundreds. In her moments where Max broke down with the pain of losing Chloe, she had tried to rewind, but her powers were gone. They had only existed because of Chloe, been born into existence to save her life. When she’d gone back in time to that moment and been forced to hear her friend die, the girl she had fallen in love with die, it meant her powers had never come to exist.

But still, Max tried every single day to bring about a rewind. I refuse to believe it’s gone.

Chloe had been gone for almost a year now. Almost a year since Max had left Arcadia, because everything and everyone she saw there was a reminder of Chloe’s sacrifice.

She was trying to live her life, like Chloe would have wanted. Chloe had wanted her to live, to take over the world with her photos, to find a new love with a girl – Chloe’s bold pride in a world where people like them weren’t accepted had empowered Max to not be scared of being who she was anymore.

But Max was so broken she didn’t know if she could keep her promises to Chloe.

She walked into the town’s video store that evening. Maybe she needed a good movie to distract her sadness. She stopped at a display of sci-fi movies and took a shot with her camera – she loved the sci-fi display with the Death Star. The photo printed out and Max took it and gave it a little shake and looked at it.  Super cool. Warren would have loved it. Warren. Max missed her friend.

She looked up then and noticed a very pretty girl looking at her. And she felt something inside her she had not felt since Chloe.