Max's POV
It was finally here. I'd been waiting for this day for twenty long years.
Tomorrow was the twentieth anniversary of the day Fang left the Flock. This meant that tomorrow, Fang would come back to me.
I missed him so much.
For the past two decades, the Flock had found a safe haven. I can't tell you where, of course. That would put all of our lives in jeopardy. We had all grown up and gotten jobs that allowed us to remain discreet and together. Angel worked for the FBI as an interrogator. No one knew how she could get into criminals' minds and seemingly force them to reveal all of their information. Wink wink cough cough…
Iggy and Nudge had actually gotten married, and owned their own ice cream parlor in town. Gazzy had gone in as a comedian, and you can imagine that he amazed everyone with his intricate explosions of color and perfect mimicry.
I myself was an amateur musician. I sang, I wrote songs, and I played an assortment of musical instruments. In order to protect the Flock from being rediscovered by our enemies, I had to be careful not to publish any music too amazing that would have gotten me famous. Every time I wrote a song, I would sing it to the Flock and they would decide if it was too good to release. If it was, we would tweak it until it was just good.
We lived happily enough for those long twenty years. Every day I wished for Fang.
I'd go outside at midnight every day and just fly, thinking about Fang, what he was doing, where he was. I loved him, and I missed him.
He was coming back tomorrow.
He was coming back tomorrow.
He was coming back to- Yaaawwwn.
I rubbed my eyes and went to bed. It was 1:30 AM.