Amelie x Max

Ch. 40 - Finale.

"She will be missed."
The Vicar said, closing his eyes and whispering God's name, as if he just nutted.
Max looked at Amelie's gravestone. The words read, 'Max really was a neek.'
He knew it was going to happen, her HIV slowly killed her from the inside; and she exploded on April 23rd, 2021.
Max turned to meet all of the friends he had met on his journey. Ines wiped her tears, and was holding Ayla's hand. Ayla was struggling to get out of her grip. Izzy was sitting on her phone, writing a Wattpad story.
"Hey, Izzy- what's that you're writing?"
She held the illuminated screen up to him, showing him the story titled 'Amelie x Max'.
Max turned around, not before tugging on Izzy's hair in anger. Amelie was once his only reason of living, but now he had many friends who made him believe more than that. His life was more than Amelie now, it was a life worth living. Suddenly, the clouds grew dim and the sky turned grey. Water droplets showered down from the heavens.
"Shelter!" The Vicar screamed, hissing. They all got under a canopy nearby, but were tight for space. Max sighed, the moment was already gone.

"What are we going to do now? We haven't even buried Amelie's body yet!"
Amelie's limbs were scattered across the floor, they were already soaked. The Vicar walked towards the rain, picking Amelie's limbs up and throwing them into the mud. He threw the dirt in, unevenly- Amelie was now buried.
"It is done." The Vicar spoke, reaching into his backside and scratching all his crevices. Max looked over at the lump in the ground, where he knew Amelie was laying.
"Sigh," he said, grabbing a shovel, he started to dig.
"Uhm, what are you doing?" The Vicar spoke, fear in his voice.
"Taking her body to where it belongs..."

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Max was carrying Amelie's body, he was approaching the place he was so fond of. Harry's bedroo- Sorry, I meant the ocean. He had encountered Amelie before they had even met, and she was walking here. Her eyes were glowing in the sun as her feet made marks in the sand, god, she was so beautiful. Max looked at Amelie, her facial features changed since then, they had become uglier.
"Amelie. I know I never told you this but... I love you- I really do. I'm sorry," he whispered, knowing she could not hear. He heard a car park beside him- they were here. The cremators. They were going to burn Amelie and throw her in the sea. It was a terrible idea.
"Hey, here's the money." Max said giving them the body.
"We'll be back in a few."
But Max waited, he waited a long time. They never came back; but he still had hope in his heart. To pass time he opened the dark web, searching through the products. He had bought an organ from here to save his brother...
Suddenly Max's eyes saw Amelie. She was being sold! He quickly bid the product, but lost. She was gone- she really was. I told you this idea was terrible.
Max held his head in his hands out of anger. He punched anyone who passed him, his anger could not be contained. He let out a heart wrenching scream, it echoed across the miles of ocean around him. He ran quicker than lighting, destroying anything in his path. He was a monster!
He heard a faint noise, a voice.
It whispered, "remember why you are here." Max stopped in his tracks, glancing up into the sky. There stood Hayston Henry, his smile blinding a thousand men.
Max grinned, "Hello gorgeous!"
"Really?" Hayston said, rolling his small indigo eyes, "Amelie needs you to live, more than anything. Live the life that she couldn't live. Live the life she wanted you to have."
Hayston spoke words of wisdom, his intelligence blinding a thousand men.
Max slowly shrunk, his monster-form creeped back inside. His clothes had been ripped apart; so he stood,
naked.
"Anything for you my oochie woochie poochie pink princess." Max said, his dick flailing in the wind.
Hayston held both of Max's hands and smiled, a twinkle coming from the shine. His teeth blinded a thousand
men. Hayston slowly faded away, his arms slowly floating away from Max's.
His tears flowed.
"WAH!!!!" Max screamed, and many people stood around him.
"It's alright Max." An elderly woman said, "You have given me the confidence to show my true self, Lana Rhoades, the famous pornstar."
The elderly woman ripped her clothes off, revealing the stacks hidden underneath.
"Max- you made me feel more secure in my hair," A young child said, who's hair flowed in the wind. It was greasy.
"Thank you all! Thank you Lana! Thank you Amelie! Wait... how did you know my name?" Max said, his brow raising.
Lana took out her Iphone 17 XL, and revealed how the public knew his name. A story, an enchanting beautiful story: it was named 'Amelie x Max.' Max laughed to himself, "Izzy is so scandalous, what a rascal."
He turned and looked into the sunset, the rays blinding him.
"MY EYES! CALL AN AMBULANCE!!- Oh, nevermind."
He slowly walked back to where it all started, the room. There lay the crooked knife, it was rusted with his blood. He turned it round, revealing his name engraved into it. His eyes watered the plants, allowing them to bloom. His eyes showered, allowing him to clean himself. They rained, and they shooted. He had just came.
"Omg..."
"I think I need to clean myself up, hehe.."
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The end.

Ps. This was torture I'm so glad it's over. I needed to hit 1000 words though so I'm gonna keep writing until it hits a thousand. Thank you all for the support (which is none) but thanks for the 500 views I guess. Both Amelie and Max have consented to me writing this story too as well haha oh 1000. Laughs out loud. Laughs my ass off.
Bye