Part 2

Max Evans lay sprawled out on his bed, arms crossed under his head, listening to music, and allowing his thoughts to drift off to dangerous places. He had lost himself again, his mind reaching back to another time. He was lost in thoughts of her… In his mind’s eye he could still see her laying there beside him, her face lit up in a bright smile, her hair shining in the sunlight which came streaming through his bedroom window.

It was amazing, the way music could sing it’s way right into Max’s heart. As the music claimed, Max just couldn’t let her go, to the point where it was as if her ghost was following him around. He saw her everywhere he went: at school, around town, at his home. He couldn’t escape for her, and truthfully, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to. All he knew was that he wanted Liz Parker back in his life.

Max couldn’t help but wonder where she was right now. Was Liz thinking about him? Waiting for him? Wishing she was with him? Was she tortured like him? Going from one sleepless night to the next wondering if she would ever see him again?

Or had she forgotten about him? No. That wasn’t a possibility. He and Liz had something special between them. It was something so powerful, she just couldn’t ignore it. Somewhere out there, wherever Liz Parker was, she had to be thinking about Max Evans.

"Hey Max?" Isabel poked her head into his bedroom.

"What do you want, Is?"

"Listen, we’re going out with Maria and Alex. You should come."

"No thanks." He replied shortly.

"Max…" Isabel sighed before he cut her off.

"I don’t belong there, Is. You have Alex and Michael has Maria, and I’ll just be in the way. I’ll end up spending the whole night thinking about Liz, and wishing she were there."

"Max, you’re doing that anyways. At least if you come with us, you’re getting out. It’s not good for you to just stay locked up in your room like this." Isabel threw her hands in the air in frustration.

"Isabel, will you just leave me alone?"

Isabel stared at him for a long moment before gently pushing on. "Max…you need to let her go. Liz is gone, Max. She’s not coming back. The sooner you realize that the better. You need to move on with your life, as it was before she showed up."

Max remained silent, refusing to even meet his sister’s eyes.

"Fine, Max. If you want to lay here and waste your life away it’s fine by me. I’m going to go out and have some fun with my friends. I’ll see you later."

Max waited until he heard the door shut behind her before whispering. "I can’t let her go…not yet."

Max slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He had one picture of her, of the two of them together. Maria had taken it at the Chinese place, the night that he had lost her.

All the control and reason that he usually prided himself on slipped away as he stared at her face, and a single tear somehow managed to fall down his cheek.

Isabel was right. He had let his life grow empty without her in it, but he couldn’t help it. He loved her. He loved her with all his heart. And he missed her. And she was still out there somewhere, walking around in some other Roswell, right on top of this one.

Suddenly, Max began to wonder… If she was still out there, then maybe he could find her! He slipped his finger down over her face, and tried to concentrate on her, on Liz. He tried to find her, to feel her presence, and he concentrated on being there beside her.

Max’s head dropped down to his pillow, as he slipped into a trace-like state.