LETTER UNSENT

Dear Fang,
January 5th Today was the first day that I realised properly what I had done. Crying, I wandered the streets of New York for hours, eventually sitting down on a street corner, all alone. And you know what the funniest thing is? In all the time I was sitting there, I didn't fold up my wings. People stared, but I was too upset to care. You would be annoyed with me for complaining, I know; when I was the one who caused this to happen.
At sunset I flew away, and kept on flying for half the night and eventually stopped. Then I started writing this, by the tiny light of a torch I had stolen from a shop. I miss you all so much, but I can never return, because that would cause so much pain and... so much pain. I am sitting here now, remembering when I first flew, the first flight I ever made. We had been standing on a cliff edge by the E-shaped house; beating our wings desperately.
Fang, we all tried our best but couldn't get up into the air.
"I'll fly before you do" you had taunted quietly, and I smiled and managed to raise myself a metre or so into the air.
Shaking, I had looked down at the floor, and laughed. When you and Iggy had managed to get into the air we had looked down at the dirt a few feet below, and felt so content.
So safe. Just hovering had made us feel so safe. The thing that made us feel so safe though, is the cause of all our pain. The School wouldn't have chased after us for years if we didn't have wings. But I would happily go through all that torture again because, of that, I have my friends. The best friends I could ever ask for. I mean, I had you as friends. I've left now. I need to get used to this, don't I?
There is one thing that I now can say. I know how to get rid of our wings. One drop of this chemical, and our wings would disappear forever. But of course, I am never going to do that - give up my wings- but the temptation is there.
I would hate to always be normal I know that much. But for once I am going to try to be normal. I am enrolling in a school - somewhere on the West Coast. Of course, I am not saying where, then you might try and find me.
I'm so sorry Fang. And good luck. I hope you forget me in one way, so it doesn't hurt you. But in another way, I hope you and I both remember, the time the Flock was all together.
-Max.