A/N: Another random story I thought of while listening to my iPod (I haven't made a story with that excuse yet). It goes in a slightly different direction then my other ones. I'm probably not going to update this one much (ha, ha, ha. That's what I said about Days Without the School. That it would only be a side-story), but I will update it sometimes, so check back. So...here it is!
Fang's POV:
It's been a year since her death. She killed herself an entire year ago. It's hard to believe that I didn't commit suicide when the flock couldn't find her body. All we found of her were her clothes, bloody, torn, and in pieces. Each day was harder to live through then the last.
She had told me that she loved me a week before the incident. I had always hoped, but I never would have assumed that she really had loved me.
But now she was gone. The only girl I had ever loved. Max.
Thinking her name still hurt. I remember how she died so clearly.
We had been in New York, her favorite place on earth. She had just had a series of really bad brain-attacks. I should have seen the signs. I should have listened to her more carefully.
"Fang, can we stop for the night?" Gazzy asked.
"Sure," I said, coasting towards the ground. There was a cave a few feet ahead. It was a perfect place to spend the night which I probably wouldn't sleep through. Again.
"Everyone, get some rest," I said. "I want to make it to New York by tomorrow, the day after at latest."
The flock stared at me. I had made every attempt to avoid New York since she had died. But with the one-year mark coming up, I wanted to visit the place she had died.
I still couldn't get her off my mind. I hadn't been able to stop thinking about her since she died.
I don't think I would ever be able to forget about her.
A/N: Well, you know what to do! Click the review button already! I'll have the next chapter up, hopefully, later tonight or tomorrow.