This is a very short, yet sad one-shot I decided to write because I'm bored ;) I hope it touches you.

I fell onto my knees in front of the cold stone that marked Fang's burial spot. His name was engraved into the side of the stone, and just seeing it, I felt a pain in my chest.

"Hey," I said quietly. "It's been a long time."

I didn't get a response, but I didn't expect one. I had never really gotten an answer from him ever, even when he was alive. The brown leaves swirled around and the trees were becoming bare, naked without their leaves. I fingered the stems of the few flowers I had picked to lay upon his grave nervously.

"Well, things have changed since you left," I told the rock. "Iggy can see now. But he's sad, because he will never see you like he does us. He misses you, so much. We all do," I choked. "You had never been a man of many words, but sometimes silence is golden. Just a look from you would say it all."

I reached out and touched the grave, feeling it's cold and hard surface. Fang's face appeared in my mind, and I sighed sadly.

"Angel is stronger now. Ten years old and still trying to take over the world." I laughed, but it sounded horrible and unhappy. "She keeps trying to tell me that she can lead the flock. She thinks that it's her fault you died, you know." I drew a shaky breath. "When you left, she locked herself in her room and didn't come out for two days. She wouldn't stop crying, Fang. That's how much we loved you."

The wind blew my golden brown hair in my eyes and I looked up at the gray clouds. Everything and everyone was sad today.

"Gazzy doesn't talk much anymore. He's just too depressed. He walks around, his big, blue eyes full of pain. He looked up to you, Fang. You and Iggy both. I know you only, um, died last year, but it's felt like decades." I wiped a stray tear from my cheek. "I just can't believe your gone. When I found you in the School, no longer breathing, I felt like dying myself. I wanted to kill myself, because I loved you, Fang. I loved you! Why did you go and die? Dying was not part of the plan!" I screamed, and collapsed, breaking into tears.

I cried, laying on the ground in front of his grave. "I had loved you, so much. And I still do. I'm in love with a dead person. Crazy, eh? But you don't know how much it's hurts when I think of you. It hurts so much," I explained glumly, already over my random and loud outburst. "I wish you'd just come back. If there was anyway I could bring you back, I would. I would trade the world for you. Because I love you."

I sat up and placed the flowers in front of the stone. "I picked these for you. I know you never liked flowers, but I thought of you when I saw them." I shrugged, as if he could see me. "I don't know why."

My hair stuck to my wet cheeks, and I shivered. "Nudge misses you, too. She doesn't talk much anymore, which, even you know is a huge change for her. I think Dylan even misses you, which is strange."

I stood up. "We miss you Fang. I wish... I wish you hadn't died. I wish you hadn't left. I hate you for it. But I love you so much." I smiled sadly. "I love you this much." I stretched out my arms, remembering what he had said to me after Mom took the chip out of my arms.

"And I always will," I whispered. "Goodbye, Fang. I love you."

I got into my car and drove away, memories of Fang flooding my mind. I cried and cried and cried until I was out of tears. I blew my nose and left the cemetery, watching his grave get smaller and smaller.