A/N: Here's this. I've been saving it for a while now. Fang's POV. Was originally a songfic. Edited on March 2nd, 2011.

Disclaimer: own nothing. Song is called "Angels of the Silences" by Counting Crows.

Angels of the Silences

I left Max and I had to. It was for the safety of the flock. I loved her more than anything else in the world and she was my entire life, but with other lives at stake, I had to leave her with some other feathers to watch after. We were too distracted with each other. She had to be a leader and I had to be Fang. It was the way the world made us to be.

I could probably go somewhere safe. I could probably live with the life I was given. I should've stayed with the flock. I should've stayed to protect them. But I should've given up Max. I could've controlled us being together. I could've stopped us from getting so far. I could've been in control just as much as Max could.

Our lives got in the way. Just a bit too much.

I sit every night, out under the stars, and pray for Max to be safe. I pray for the flock to be safe. I pray for Dylan to treat Max right. I know the way it has to be. I know it has to be this way for everyone's safety. It's for the best. It may hurt us now, but it will save our futures.

I don't have to like it, but I have to trust Dylan.

Life never got easier, only harder. It never looked up, only down. The moment we hit a pique of excitement, a crash landing came down, crushing us all. Dylan had come. Dylan had brought new problems. Angel had brought new prospects.

The scariest part of being out on my own was that I was going to be the first to die. Dying wouldn't have been so tragic if I hadn't promised Max to meet her in twenty years. Twenty years. That was all I could pray for. I didn't want to die before twenty years was up. I needed to see her. Just one last time. I just prayed for twenty years. That was all I wanted.

I stared up at the stars, the long night passing. I could imagine seeing Max's dark form flying across the waning moon just one more time. My eyes fell shut and I drank in the cold air.

Twenty more years. That's all I could pray for.

Long days pass in loneliness, but I can suck it up. Max taught us how to take the hardest hits. Loneliness is nothing. I'd rather have that than death.

I'm supposed to die first. But I wouldn't want to die like this.

Every night, my dreams are engulfed in Max's snarled hair and her warm chocolate brown eyes and her wicked smile that makes me crazy.

She's her own work of art. I can swear by that.

My wings are free to stretch out in the emptiness. More than once, I've ducked into an orphanage, only to disappear days later. I've gone to runaway centers, just for the food. I know how to get around. Certain things are easier with the idea of flying solo.

Even though I don't really want to be solo.

Make it or break it. I knew how to ride all alone, taking the flight of my own maximum ride into the world one way or another. Total always wanted to travel the world. Now it was my turn.

I felt the wind rush across my skin as if I were the land of the tundra and the wind was a severe blizzard. My feathers ruffled. I bit my lip, realizing that I couldn't check myself for an expiration date.

I wouldn't know it was there when I got one.

Everything turned into a bit of a waste with nothing left to live for. I could only pray to the god I had never previously believed in.

So I let my mind become engulfed in my dreams of Max, knowing that was the only cure for the loneliness that stung my blackened heart.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed and please review!

~Sky