A/N: Here's the epilogue. I actually have nothing else to say, so on with the story!

Epilogue

Max's POV

I was numb all the way back to Arizona. I think Fang and Nudge were in a similar state of shock, because neither of them said anything for the whole flight.

I don't know how I'd expected our encounter with Angel to go, but it certainly wasn't like this. Yes, I'd been annoyed and angry with her, but I had never wanted her to die. And then she'd killed herself. What was I supposed to do about that? How was I supposed to the flock? Gazzy would be destroyed. I didn't think I could handle this.

But I would. I always did.

After all, I was Maximum Ride.

It didn't go well.

The flock was horrified. Gazzy tried to be stoic, but he eventually broke down into tears. Everyone else acted a lot like I had; stunned and numb. It was like when Angel had first left us, just ten times worse. And luckily without the shouting matches between Nudge and Gazzy.

I don't really feel like going into it. It was bad, but we had to deal, and over time, we would. Thinking about it more than was necessary was just going to make it worse, which obviously wouldn't be helpful.

I was in the guest room, staring blankly into space, when I something randomly popped into my head. It was Fang's voice, saying, "Have you ever considered being a writer? You really have a way with words."

I don't know why that decided to come back to me just then, but it made me think. Maybe dwelling on it wouldn't help, but there was a better way to work it through my system. Hopefully. Maybe it wouldn't work, but what could it hurt? The most it would do would be to make me temporarily emo…Okay, never mind that. I was going to try it anyway.

I went over to the desk and opened up the laptop that we'd stolen from Itex. I'm not sure how it ended up there; Fang probably left it there on accident. I clicked on the icon for Microsoft Word and waited as it launched the program. Then I settled myself down and began to type…

Really. People can be so annoying sometimes. It was getting to the point where I just wanted to strangle someone to vent…

Time to document one of the most traumatic times of my life.

A/N: Short, yes. Sorry about that. 'Twas necessary.

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