Angel stroked my hair. I could count on one hand how many times anyone has seen me cry. Ever since... He left, I've been running out of hands. I've broken bones and laughed about it...

"But a broken heart is no laughing matter." Angel said, interrupting my thoughts. But the only reason was... He was there to-... I can't even think about him without my heart aching.

The rest of the day felt like I was just a zombie... I only answered direct questions to me. I focused on what I was currently doing and didn't show emotion. I didn't laugh, talk, or even eat. All of this to keep from thinking of... Him.

I walked into my room, a hollow shell of what I was this morning. I didn't dare look at the laptop, open on the floor. Now, All I can do is lay in bed, waiting for the crushing numbness of semi-conciousness to pull me under.

I woke up in a cold sweat to the ever so wonderful sound of someone breaking in. I ran to the bathroom-where it was coming from. As soon as I peered into the doorway, I saw Fang's back to me, crawling out of the window.

"Fang!" I called after him. I tried to grab hold of his foot, but he slipped out of my grip. Gone forever. With nothing left but his cold letter. "FANG!" I yelled after him yet again through the choking sobs. Then I woke up. I screamed myself awake to the same nightmare. Again.

You would think that after a while of the same nightmare, you wouldn't be scared of it. This is completely different. It absolutely kills me that I can't stop him from leaving. I can never get out of bed fast enough to catch him. I can never be fast enough.

The lights started turning in unisom with my sobs. I buried my face in my pillow and got ready for Dylan to come in. After the display I gave him yesterday, I don't think he'd be so confident. But I was wrong. I picked my head up just enough to see the outline of him.

"Max, are you-" He reached out to touch me.

"Get out of here!" I shreiked. "You don't belong here!" I yelled even louder. "Your'e not Fang! You never will be! You can't replace him! I don't care if you even looked like him! I love him! I don't love you!" I cried some more. "Not even a little... Not even at all." I whispered then buried my face in my pillow again and let the sobs come through.

I didn't sleep the rest of the night. In the morning, when we went to go get breakfast, everyone stayed well away from me... Especially Dylan. I pulled down a box of cereal from the cupboard. I poured it into a bowl. Something fell into the bowl that wasn't cereal. A disc in a sleeve that said 'play me in DVD player'

I went over to the den and placed the disc into the player. The flock followed. Fang appeared on the screen in his suit he wore the day he left. A shocked gasp escaped my lips.

"Hey, Max." Fang said and smiled one of his quick smiles. "If your'e watching this, then the flock must be there too. And you must have also gotten my note." He sighed. "I really hope you got this before too long because I have a few things to say that I didn't get to say in the note. Dylan, I want you to stay the hell away from Max until she actually invites you. Nudge, please don't go crazy on the computer anymore. They need to use it too. Gazzy and Iggy, take it easy on Max, she doesn't need anything blowing up. Angel, I know you and Max don't get along very well, but you are the only one that fully knows. Try to be there for her. And last, but certainly not least, Max... Please try not to go completely mad. I want you to be happy and safe. Try to warm up to Dylan."

The tears were assaulting me again and I couldn't blink them back. I could see the almost invisible twitch in his jaw.

"I Love you, Maximum." He continued. "I hope you and Dylan are happy together... Goodbye for twenty years." Fang nudged the camera but didn't turn it off. He started pacing then wentinto the bathroom, placed his note and sighed. "Off to Tampa..." He sighed reluctantly and jumped out the bathroom.