Author's Note: Okay so this is my first ever story so I'm just trying to get used to this. If you could (pretty, pretty please) review with some of the errors I don't pick up that would be so incredibly helpful.

-Erica126

Dedication- to my bff who gave me inspiration recently to write this. You will know who you are if you read this.

Disclaimer- I don't not own MR sadly… just like everyone else. That is sadly not how I role 'cause I strive to be unique and… in this one case I can achieve it. Yes, I have done a good job reaching my goals because only once have I never been unique. Jk ;)


He left. Without even a good-bye; just a note. I love him, Fang, my best friend and second-in-command. My best friend left, even after he promised he wouldn't. I can't believe it, and yet its starring me in the face. The letter. I could tell you what the last word in the second paragraph is and it wouldn't matter. He left; it's as simple as that. You know the saying, "You don't know what you have 'til its gone"? That doesn't ever begin to cover it. He was the one who kept me sane. The one who was my rock when I was everybody else's.

But I just can't shake the feeling off. Maximum Ride, bird-girl extraordinaire, is heart-broken. I hate feeling weak, and that is exactly what I feel now. Did Fang honestly think that leaving would help us any? I really hope not. Instead of a stronger Flock, we have a weak Flock whose defenses are down and have been in the same place for a dangerously long time. Plus a Flock member is missing and the last time that happened we were thrown off balance. For the success I have been achieving we need everyone of the Flock members and one missing member just doesn't cut it anymore.

I keep hoping he'll come back. Praying is more the word. I don't sleep because I'm too busy wait to see if he'll come home, which never happens, and I stopped eating because I don't have the energy from lack of sleep.

But what happens if Fang comes home and he sees you like this? Right now your thinking about yourself when you're all still in danger. The voice said.

Right then and there I decided I was going to do something with my day. I slowly lifted myself out of bed, wiped my face, and started to make the journey down recovery road.

**Because to actually move on, one must move on. To dwell on the subject makes it worse**


Author's Ending Note: I know it maybe a bit out of character but this what I was feeling recently and thought I could relate to the topic.