Title: Good-bye, My Love

Author: IndigoStarNight

Feedback: Yes please

Summary: Just how long can one suppress their emotions? And what happens when the dam breaks? Just how far will a person go for a love believed to be unrequited?

Pairing: FangxIggy

Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride or the characters.

Spoilers: Nope

Rating: PG-13 for somewhat graphic suicide

Warnings: Slash, if you don't like, don't read. Also some serious angst and suicide warning.

Author's Note: Hey all, so I actually wrote this a long time ago, I was just too lazy to type it up for posting, but here it is at last. This chapter, being the first, was once posted under the pen name IndigoNight (my former pen name) under the title And To My Dearest. So there you are, here it is again, chapter two coming soon. Please review!

Enjoy!

Deep in the big city the sky is hidden behind an endless wall of fortresses made of concrete and glass.

Dear Flock,

The words rounded in his head, the words that he had left behind for his "family" to find, again and again, haunting him.

I know that when you wake and find this you will be upset because I'm not there.

He was wandering aimlessly, completely unaware of where he was, or where he was going, but it didn't matter anyway.

And I know that it will hurt, but you might as well get used to it, because I won't be back.

At last he stumbled to his knees, his legs aching. How long had he been walking? Hours it seemed, practically all night, or at least, that's what it felt like.

I'm sorry, yes, I know, weak words, but I simply can't take it anymore. I had to leave.

He didn't have a plan when he left of where he was going to go, or what he was going to do. Certainly not the thought that came to his mind when he slowly raised his head and his eyes landed on the bottom most rung of a ladder just in front of him. It was like fate.

His mind turned to the second note he had left, explaining his true reasoning, the private one, as his gaze rested on the ladder.

And to my dearest,

Could he do it? He pondered the thought for only a moment before pushing himself to his feet and staggering over to the ladder.

My "best friend". Do you remember all those long, midnight talks we had? Talking about anything and everything that entered our minds. If only you knew how sitting there, so close to you made me feel.

He pulled himself up, rung by rung, slowly. It seemed as though the heavy weight in his heart longed to pull him back prematurely to the earth, but he resisted and continued to climb. If he was going to do it, he was going to do it right.

I wanted to tell you, but I simply couldn't bear to see the look on your face; that same look from the diner the other day.

Coward, he cursed himself. But so what? That tired, broken little voice in his head demanded. He was always supposed to be the strong one, for everyone. For Max, and Angel, and Nudge, Gazzy, for them all. But he was tired of it, he was done, he couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't be the strong one anymore, dark, stoic, always emotionlessly leading the group on. Well, emotions can only be suppressed for so long. And he was sorry, but he had no strength left to give them.

Do you remember that day? We were sitting in a diner, eating lunch, peacefully for once. When suddenly Nudge started to giggle. The rest of us looked to see why, and you demanded to know what it was. We told you it was a couple making out, and then we told you the rest, that they were both boys. Then your face changed, wrinkling up, and a strange expression filled your eyes, one that I can only define as hate, as loathing. You eyes, those eyes that have so often made me want to cry, in that moment made me want to die.

At last he reached the top of the ladder and climbed up onto the roof of that building, that building which would lead him to sweet peace. He was haloed in the soft pinks and yellows as the sun just began to crest the horizon.

Will you miss me, my love? Will you cry? Well, I'm sorry, but I can no longer be your emotionless protector. I only wanted you to know the truth, now you can put it behind you and forget your onetime best friend who turned into such an abomination, and simply couldn't settle for what he already had.

He crossed the expanse of the roof slowly, his eyes dazzled by the brilliant light of the morning sun. He stood at on the edge, gazing down at the morning traffic far below, debating for just a moment more. Then his closed his eyes as a single tear slid down his cheek.

I'm sorry, my love, good-bye.

His wings pulled tightly into his body, the wind screaming in his ears, he fell through the air, his last flight, to meet the earth again.

Good-bye, my love.

TO BE CONTINUED