Alright! Sorry I haven't updated Maximum Ride: Last Stand in forever! I'm seriously working on it! I'm sorry it's taking so long!

Anyway, here is a oneshot between Max and Fang. Max is sending him a letter telling him just what she thinks about this whole ordeal, which ends being a goodbye letter. Sad oneshot. Seriously made me wanna strangle two specific main charectors of this story. (Hint, hint.)

I'm gonna shut-up, now.

Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride. If I did, Max and Fang would still be together, and Dylan would have never existed.

If love was really perfect, then you would still be here. If it was really like what the movies made it out to be, we would be living happily ever after by now, the world being saved and me holding our first child, smiling at an invisible camera with your arm wrapped around me and an equally dazzling smile on your face as you stare down on me. Unfortunately, love isn't always perfect. It isn't always dazzling and safe. It's actually most often dangerous. Hopeless. Broken.

Is that why you left?

I heard somewhere that you have to leave sometimes to see who loves you enough to actually follow you. It's like a test. An experiment.

Is that why you left?

Others say that you left because you were a wimp. Like you didn't have the balls to stay behind and face all of this with me. With the flock. Your family. They say you were scared, Fang.

Is that why you left?

Fang, I've heard so many different things. I've heard all of the reasons for your leaving from everyone else but you. I've been painted a picture that you were the biggest douche of the century and, while I sort of agree with them, I don't want to remember you like that. I don't want to keep that picture of you in my head, Fang. I want to remember you as you were before: My best friend. My right-wing man. My first love. My boyfriend.

Is that too much to ask, Fang? Is it?

Because they're still talking. They're still reminding me of everything. Every wrong and stupid thing you've ever done. They're making me remember, Fang. They're making me wish I had never touched you or held you or loved you like I had. They're making me wish I had never kissed you back. Like I should have pushed away that night at the desert. Like I should have just walked away all those times you told me you liked me. All the times you cared for me. They make me wish that I had never loved you.

Also, Fang, you're not helping.

Do you regret it too, Fang? Do you regret every kiss we ever shared? Do you regret every touch you ever felt from my hands? Does it make your stomach churn as you remember the nights we slept side by side, hands held, feet crossed, dreaming in the peace that we were together? Under the stars? Forever?

Sometimes, I just have to wonder.

Fang, if you really loved me, then why did you leave? And don't give me that bull about the fact that you were protecting me. I protect the people of this flock, Fang. Not you! I'm the one who knows best for this flock, not you. I am the one who evidently holds this flock together! Not. You! You might have helped me, Fang, but I'm the leader. I did everything from feed these kids to help them get dressed in the morning to patting their back when they upchucked after having too much chocolates from France! I make decisions for this flock, Fang. Not. You!

Was that too much for you to take?

Fang, if I told you I didn't love you, even after all this, I would be lying. The truth is, I still love you. I still hope that you come to your senses and come back to me. I still wish you would quit being an idiot and come back to me. Fang, I still have faith in you, even if you don't always deserve it.

But the funny thing about faith, Fang, is that it can always be put into the wrong people.

I guess what I'm trying to say, Fang, is that I'm done. I'm done wishing. I'm done hoping against hope that you would come back to me and stop being such an idiot. Fang, I'm done rooting for you.

Maybe the Voice was right. Maybe Jeb and Dr. G-H and everyone else was right. Maybe we weren't meant to be together.

By the way, Fangy, if you didn't want me thinking these thoughts, then maybe you shouldn't have left me in the first place.

I guess what I'm trying to say through all this is goodbye, Fang. Goodbye, and I hope that maybe, with your new-found love of Maya and your new gang, you'll live a happier, more full life that you never found with me and the flock. I hope your replacements of us are to your liking, because, Fang, I guess the originals just weren't good enough for you. I hope you live a normal, picket-fence sort of life from now on.

I sure wish I could have lived it with you.

Sincerely,

Max

P.S. Dylan says hey.

Grrr! Stupid Dylan. Alright, please tell me what you think! Like? Hate? Eh? Reviews greatly appreciated! If you review, I'll give you a cookie! Chocolate chip! Mmmm... :9