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Disclaimer: I don't own Dark Angel or any of it's characters. I'm just borrowing them for awhile.
White stood at Max’s grave in Terminal City. He remembered the day she died. That day haunted him. He knew it was his fault she was gone. If he didn’t fall in love with her maybe she’d still be alive. He remembered the look on everyone’s face when he carried her lifeless body into Terminal City. It had been Alec that actually believed him about what really happened. It had been Alec that had arranged for him to stay here too. White figured the transgenic had just taken pity on him but it didn’t really matter anymore.
White placed the rose over her grave. “I’m sorry Max.”