Sorry it's been so long...
We read your blog post, Fang. Thanks a lot. Everyone hates me now. They didn't get why I'd written those letters I left at home. They don't know about the ones I've written since then.
Iggy hated it the most. Hated me the most. He left, Fang. Left, just like you. Gazzy went after him. He had to. He'd be killed, on his own. We can't let that happen. We can't lose another member of the Flock, not like we lost you.
I could see that it hurt Angel almost as much as you hurt Max, Fang. At least there were no notes involved. I think Gazzy was talking to her, inside his head. Wow. That sounded weird. In about the time it would have taken Gaz and Ig to get out of her 'range', Angel seemed slightly happier. Lucky her.
So now it's just me, Max, Angel and Dylan. Remind you of anything? Dylan isn't Ari, though, and you could be dead, for all we know. Yes, you updated your blog, but that doesn't mean anything. I can't imagine you trying to delay your death anymore. It's not like you have anything to wait for.
I don't get why I'm writing this letter, Fang. Everything that has just happened, it happened because of the first three letters. This is the sixth.
When you left, Fang, the one way to console myself was to think that it wasn't my fault. It was you who chose to leaver, your decision. This time, though, this time it's all my fault.
So I guess I won't be writing any of these stupid, heart-breaking letters again. I know I said that before, but this time I mean it. This is the last letter, Fang. Ever.
-Nudge
-Sadface-