Dear Fang,
I don't even know if this letter will get to you.
I know where you are, or at least, I think I do. I mean what kind of loser are you? Leaving and not telling me where you're going when we have trusty Dylan, who has a nifty trick up his sleeve that allows him to see across the world.
But please don't worry. You don't want me to ask you to come back, so I won't. I just wanted to send you something. It's not anything big or hard to carry, just something small that is enclosed in the envelope. My diaries. I never told anyone, because they would all be like: Max the Sap, and I would bet all of the money in the world that Gazzy and Iggy would try to read them.
I just want you to see them. I want to show you everything that I have thought and hated and loved. Read them, please. I know it may hurt, but it is nothing compared to the pain I have in sending this.
Love,
Max.
P.S: You are NOT forgiven, buddy. If I ever see you again, I'm gonna kick your butt from here to NEXT YEAR.
He felt hollow as his eyes slid across the page, but he made them slide through once more, then twice, then three times, until it finally sunk in.
This was a letter from Max. Her hand, smooth, fair and warm had slid across the page penning the words and the running ink had either been caused from a heavy rainfall, or her tears. He was betting on the latter.
He placed the letter to the side and picked up the book on top of the pile. It was made from plain, dirty sky blue cardboard and its edges were very rough like it had been on one journey to many. He ran his hand over its surface, which was slightly bumpy and when he reached the edge, he clasped his hand around the ragged cardboard and lifted it open.
Her writing was the same. Round, messy letters slanting slightly to the right. He surprised himself by feeling his throat close over and his eyes burn. He fought against the sensation, but before he knew it a single tear was travelling slowly down his nose. Irritated, he wiped it away, gritted his teeth and began to read.
The tears wouldn't stop. As soon as he reached the end of the first page he was silently weeping. It took him a few minutes to calm down and as a comfort, he thought of something.
I'm going to write it all down too, Max, Fang thought. One day I will write down everything and you'll know just how much it really hurts.