Eh. I'm bored. I should have lunch, or like, get ready for Archery, but instead I'm updating this for the third time in a day!
Dear Mr. Perfect,
So. You're the only guy left in the Flock now. Lucky you. Guess that means you get your pick from all of them. I hate that I know who you will choose.
The thing is, Dylan, that although I'm insanely jealous that you are with Max and I'm not, I wanted to ask you something. A favour.
Look after Max for me.
I know you'll probably think that no one needs to look after Max, but that isn't really true. We all need someone to look out for us.
She'll be mad at you, at first. She might even hurt you. But persevere, Dylan, please. For me.
I want you to do whatever makes Max happy. Even if that means making her forget about me. Do what you have to do.
God, I hate this.
By the way, Dylan, I was wrong about you. Wrong to be so jealous. I still am – I can't help the way I feel, but now Max has to come first. I can't help her, but you can. Don't we both know it.
Thank you, Dylan. Thank you just for still being there for her. If anything, it shows that you truly are one of the Flock. I can't say how grateful I am for that.
-Fang
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