Heyy guys! Here's the next one. The one after this will be the last chapter, and on the last chapter I'm going to have to credit some people for giving me great ideas so thanks to those of you that helped out! I'll actually credit you guys next chapterr(:

Dear Fang,

This is truly the last letter I'm going to write to you. I pretty much poured out my heart in the end of my last letter, and I don't think I'm going to do that again. I'm just going to end this mini-Fang journal with memories.

I remember when we first kissed, on the beach when Ari'd beat you up even though I think you'd beat him up worse. When I saw you there, just dying, I felt the need to let you know how much I love you, even though I'd lost you. It was a very quick little peck on the lips, but it was enough to let you know that I did think of you as more than my best friend.

I don't know when our brother-sister affection changed to a different kind of love, but I remember how jealous I got when I saw you with Lissa. I remember how I'd clenched my fists and restrained myself from beating her up when I saw you kissing her back. And then I burned holes in the back of your neck by giving you death glares all the rest of that day. I remember that.

I remember how when I went on my first date, with Sam, how pained and plain unhappy you'd seemed when I announced it at the dinner table. I remember that clear as day, Fang, and I'll never forget it.

I remember how we kissed that one night on the beach on the sand and how I lay there in your arms and we looked at the stars for hours, and then my mom went missing. Something bad always happened after we made out.

I remember our first date, holding hands and eating ice cream and how pleased I was when you told Brigid Dwyer that you were busy.

I remember how safe I always felt in your arms and how soft your lips always were on mine, and how hesitant I'd been to be with you in the beginning but how I couldn't live without you until the end.

This is the end.

We're leaving tomorrow, Fang, for our little beach house, and we've put this house up for rent to someone. In fact their agent came, not that person himself, or herself – I really don't know.

We're going to stay at that beach house the rest of our life, so if you ever somehow happen to read this, I'm just letting you know that that's where we are. Since we won't be living in this house anymore, I mean.

Mom agreed, too. The beach house is not large enough, and we barely managed to afford it. But money doesn't matter anymore; we'll all be happy together.

Dylan's gone for good, and I have to tell you that I'm relieved. I know I've hated Dylan all along, even if he was nice to me and I was unsure at times, (and now I know it because of the way he lied to me about you…I mean, just HOW much of a BOOR can someone be?)…but I've realized, thinking about all our memories, that he's never been the right one for me. It's you, and it's always been you all along. My search was over, and I'm not going to let it begin again by letting the rest of my flock search for you. Yes, they've mentioned it a couple of times.

If you really love me, you'll come back to me on your own.

It's been a month, Fang…and I don't really feel like right after you left…in fact, I feel worse if there's any way to describe it. Escaping from this house will make it less painful, will make life less painful, especially for me.

Every hour without you has felt like a weight, and every day without you has felt like a sandstorm in an hourglass. Interesting simile, I know…but I write poetry a lot nowadays. Depressing poetry, I mean.

So needless to say, this single month I've been without feels like a year, two years, ten years, a thousand years, a million years. Angel has only days left and she wants to see you one last time, I want our flock to be together one last time…the happy way we were before any of this happened. I really want that, Fang, and I think you coming back is the only way that could happen.

I don't know if you're really ever coming back but looking back on our memories was helpful. This was the only letter to you that made me feel better writing.

Good-bye, Fang. Hopefully we'll meet again.

Love,

Max.

To those of you who were patient about the LAST chapter, well you're in luck...it's coming your wayy! :D aaaand...you know how you get that sad feeling when you're coming towards the end of a story? Well, I'm feelin' it...*sniffle*...okay I'll save the tears for the end. XD

Well anyways, I hope you liked it, please review review revieww! :D -Gale