ANGEL = Stupidest book ever. You may not agree. But still.
Here's a little something that comes after. Just to cheer US FANGirls up. Yes, I still love him. Yes, I hate Dylan with a passion, too.
1.
After a few weeks, things were almost back to normal. Let me correct that - things would never get back to normal, but we were in overall better condition than we were in before...disaster had struck.
I thought I would be relieved after Fang left - I thought I'd have less of a distraction with him and his flock around. I thought I'd have some time to cool off and sit for a while by myself in my room and sing in my tuneless voice or write depressing poetry.
But I was wrong. Depression over took me so strongly, I could barely stand up at times. The fact that Fang had left me again, for the second - no - THIRD time was enough to make me puke. Dylan being there didn't help either...I only kept thinking back to the time we'd kissed in Paris and how right it had felt to me. Now when I thought about it again, it didn't feel right at all. It just felt like I was betraying someone I still loved.
How much ever I hated to admit it.
"DINNER," Iggy called from the kitchen. I heard the busy hustle of the rest of the flock and Dylan going downstairs to sit at the table. I wasn't ready to count Dylan as part of the flock yet. In fact, in the past week, I'd felt like he was trying to edge his way in to something that he didn't deserve to be in.
I also felt a little like I'd just used him. Used him to make myself feel better, to patch up my heart a little bit after all the drama went on with Fang. It had been two months since I'd lost my little Angel, my baby who I'd raised so lovingly. Every night I remembered her large, fearless eyes, and I cried myself to sleep. Some nights I remembered Fang's usually bottomless eyes, filled with emotion after he found out about Angel. I cried even harder if I thought about that.
Ella was back. She'd come back from the School with wings, but none of us were too happy because she wasn't herself. It wasn't the happy, cheerful and in-love-with-Iggy Ella that had come back to us; it was the stuck-up, conceited, bratty, and unimpressed Ella that was living with us now. Her bad side, which used to only appear at certain times, had now become her personality. But Ella didn't bother me too much these days, it was mostly thoughts about Angel and Fang that occupied my sorry head.
I missed Angel every single day, and I cried for her every single day. But during the last few days, I'd especially been missing Fang. I missed his rare smile and his few words back a few months ago. It seemed he was talking more and more every day, but to tell you the truth, I liked him better as a quiet rock. Let's make it a quiet and sexy rock.
"MAX?" Iggy shouted through my thoughts. "Your food's getting cold!"
"Coming!" I said, raising my voice slightly. I doubted he'd heard me, but Angel would tell him through my thoughts that I was intending to come downstairs in just a few moments...I needed time to think.
But Angel wasn't there.
"Coming," I yelled louder, and got up with a sigh.
At that moment, there was a knock at my door. It opened ever so slightly, revealing none other than the great Dylan, my "second half". His blonde hair was cut short, and he was wearing a polo shirt and khaki shorts.
"Come on, Max," he crooned. "Let's go downstairs. I'll help you."
"No, that's okay," I said uncomfortably. "You just go back down, and I'll be right there." In a matter of weeks, any warmth between Dylan and me had decreased into a tiny ball of nothingness. "You go," I urged, when I saw that he was hesitating.
"But won't you need help getting downstairs? I mean, you can barely walk because of Fang," he told me, biting his lip.
That was the last straw. "DYLAN, WILL YOU SHUT UP?" I screamed. "JUST GO DOWNSTAIRS. I'LL. BE. THERE."
"What's going on?" Iggy appeared at the door. "Dylan, every time you're near her, something bad happens. Why don't you just leave her alone?"
I squirmed. "Listen to Iggy," I pleaded, feeling exhausted.
"Fine," he snapped, turned on his heel, and stomped downstairs. Iggy walked over and sat next to me; I was curled up at the headboard.
"You okay? I can bring your dinner up here, if you want," he offered quietly.
"Nah," I said lethargically. "Actually, could you do that for me? That would be nice..."
Unexpectedly, he reached over and hugged me. I clung to him for a few moments, and then let go. "You'll feel better," he assured me. "Just give it some time. I bet Angel's not really dead. She's just...lost, somewhere, where she can't find her way back."
I shook my head. "I don't think so, Ig. I think I've lost two people in a year."
"Three," he replied sadly.
"What are you talking about?"
"I've lost Ella."
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