Okay, here's the deal.

Sorry for the lack of updating! (Hope you all understand this)

I spent all week trying to remake/revise chapters 1-3 because I had some flaws that I really wanted to fix. Like:

-Fang is OOCness in the flashback.

-My sucky grammar.

-More details and feelings and such to make the story better.

(so I highly suggest you lovely readers to go re-read!) I will tell you what I changed.

Chapter 1:

-What Max was zoning out about during the car ride.

-Fang recalling the scene where he and Max made cookies (kinda fluffy)

-Making the crash more INTENSE.

Chapter 2:

-took out the flashback. I have something better in mind. And plus, Fang was OOC.

-Williams Pruitt is not some random guy; he's an officer.

-More descriptive emotions/insights in Max's mind

Chapter 3:

-still under construction. (Eek MAJOR FLAW) I'm pretty sure you guys prefer quality over quantity. And this isn't my favorite chapter. I will let you know that I fixed it soon (:

I also feel really really bad for not giving you all a chapter. :\ so to make it up, I decided to give you all a sneak peak of this story!

The cold nipped me and I adjusted my hood so it covered part of my face. I squinted my eyes from the severe wind and tried to resist from shivering. I yearned for a warm hand to hold me up so I wouldn't collapse in exhaustion.

Ahead of me, the dark boy treaded through the snow. His snow boots made a path for my feet so snow didn't get into my worn sneakers as I walked.

Things have changed between us. Now, I actually tolerated his being. Albeit I'll never admit it, I even enjoyed his company.

He looked back at me with eyes furrowed in slight worry. I tried to show him I was holding up okay, but as always, he saw right through me.

Fang came back and an automatic flicker of hope came inside me. I had the urge to run to him for warmth but stopped myself from letting him show I needed him. I built walls and didn't want him to tear them down.

"You okay?" he muffled through his black coat.

His eyes still held the same expression as before. I just stood there, not trusting myself to give any response. I felt numb and cold; my feet wouldn't continue to walk. I was tired and had low energy. Most of all, I wanted to cry and tell Fang everything was not okay. Tell Fang I couldn't deal with the issues anymore. Tell Fang that I didn't want him to walk out of my life again.

He studied me for a moment. Then slowly, he gently took my hand and lifted it into his. I flinched and pulled it back. Not because it was cold –- actually, it felt warm –- but because I was afraid.

Afraid that he'd leave.

Afraid that I'd get hurt.

Afraid that once I hold on, I'd fall.

"Don't touch my hand," I said weakly. I felt like I was on the edge of the earth.

He grabbed it back and his front faced me. Fang looked at me fiercely, his firm grip on my hand. I tried to take it away, but couldn't.

"I'm not going to let go," he said softly. "Not now, not ever."

"That's what you said last time," I whispered. I silently prayed he would follow his words.

His arms wrapped around my shoulders this time. He buried his cold face in the crook of my neck, making my hood fall back and hair instantly whipped around wildly at the wind.

"I won't," he muffled, "I promise."

Oh, I wished to believe him.

Thank you Sierra156 and Tokoloshe Monster for turning my ordinary writing into gorgeous-ness! I truly appreciate it. (Readers, if interested, their profile links are on my page.)