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When you lose someone you love, you lose part of yourself, too. Fang is gone, and so is part of me. Dylan just makes it worse, telling me that Fang didn't deserve me. I'm no longer Max the Invincible. I'm Max the Weak. I can't protect the flock. I can't even protect myself.
I'm sitting in the living room, early in the morning when I hear someone coming down the stairs. Max the Invincible would immediately become alert and focused. Max the Weak just sat there and turned her head. I saw my mom walk in and come over, sitting next to me and holding my hand.
"What's bothering you, sweetie?" she asked sweetly, as if she didn't know.
I looked at her and my bottom lip quivered.
"Nothing," I replied stupidly. Did I mention that Max the Weak can't even lie.
"Then why do you look half dead?" she asked skeptically.
"Because I am. The Fang side of me died," I choked, crying.
"Sweetie, the flock needs you. You can't stay like this."
"I need him. I have to get rid of the Fang side of me," I said, a little more confidence in my voice. I ran out the front door. I jumped off the deck and snapped my wings out.
Author's Note: Thank you, Pistachio Mustachio, for pointing out my mix-up between loose and lose. That's embarrassing! Although I DID write this chapter in fifth grade late at night...