Looks like another sad fic coming from me. I am still going to continue to write Price to Play: The Ring as the plot continues, but this is going along with the main story line. Now here is a short poem of mine, tell me what you think, it is my Deviant Art signature.

A rose to those who are gone.

A rose to those who miss them.

A rose to those who are lost and confused.

A rose to those who have found their way.

So a rose to everyone... Which am I to give to you?

Flash's POV

'I haven't ever felt so... empty. My world is nothing without her.' I walked over to my shelf, and looked at a picture, of all of us together, smiling, laughing...it's not the same anymore. I placed it back down on the shelf. I walked downstairs, to the kitchen. I felt heavier with each step I took. 'I haven't ever felt like this before... why does it have to happen to me?' I walked in the kitchen, and looked in the mirror. I could see myself, only... I didn't look quite the same. My eyes... red from the tears I've shed. My fur roughened up. My clothes tattered. I have hardly made any movement since I came home that day.

'I just need... I need to leave. I can't bear this anymore. I need to run away from it all.' I walked back upstairs. I grabbed my backpack, and started to fill it up with my clothes, some money, and my picture of... us together. I took a moment to look at the picture in my hand, fighting back tears with every second that I looked at that smile. I put it in my bag, then zipped it up. I grabbed my acoustic, and headed downstairs. I grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil.

Dear friends,

I am sorry I haven't talked to any of you in a while. But it is just too painful to see any of you anymore. Everytime I see you, it reminds me of... I can't even write it. It's too painful. I just wanted to let you know that I am leaving, and I am not coming back. I am sorry, but this is the way it must be. It's the only way I can feel again. Don't come looking for me. I just don't want to see you guys anymore.

Goodbye,

Flash the Cat.

It nearly brought me to tears with every word I wrote. A few had escaped, landing on the paper. I grabbed my acoustic, and I walked out the door, shutting it for the last time.

Well, there is the first chapter to my next story. Anyone who has read my past stories knows that this is how I write many of my stories. Next chapter will explain what is happening in this chapter. Until next chapter, my friends.