I woke with a start, disoriented and afraid for some reason. I glanced around, I recognized the the room, it was the bunker for the Flock. I felt strangely comforted by the fact, I didn't know why. I was in one of the beds with the comforter pulled around me.

Dr. Martinez was sitting next to me in a chair, scribbling incessantly in a notebook on her lap. "Oh, you're awake." "Where's Fang?" I asked, I thought he would've been there when I woke up. "I sent him away." I was confused, "Why?"

"You don't remember anything do you?" She gave me a sad, comforting smile. "No," my stomach dropped at all of the possibilities running through my mind. I felt sick when Dr. Martinez explained, "You thought you were in the School and Fang was Jeb. He tried to talk to you but you were terrified of him. You scratched his face pretty badly."

My hands snaked into my hair until I was pulling at it. "No," I whispered to myself. Dr. Martinez started rubbing my back soothingly, I jerked away and stood up. "I have to-," I panted. "I have to-." I bolted out into the hallway and ran until I felt cold air on my face. I flew towards the sky, no, he would find me there. Instead, I landed softly on the roof, careful to be as soundless as possible. I slowly slid onto my knees, before I knew what was happening I felt the wetness on my cheeks.

I heard a door burst open below me. "Skylar!" Fang yelled. "Skylar!" I didn't want to face him, not after what I'd done. "Skylar!" He called again. His head was whipping around frantically looking for me. It only made another fresh wave of guilt and regret wash over.

I bit back a sob as tears streamed down my cheeks. I pulled my knees to my chest and buried my face into them, arms wrapped around myself out of habit. I looked upward slightly and watched Fang shoot into the sky above the ship. His large, black wings flapping. His feathers glistened in the light. He scrubbed his face with his hand, frustrated.

I had to stop watching or I knew I would burst into loud, sobbing tears. I hid my face once more, dampening my jeans. I bit my lip but stopped myself before I drew blood. How could I have hurt him? How did I manage to claw his face?

Oh god, I thought as I heard Fang's feet land beside me on the roof. "Skylar," he was panting as he said my name. I curled further into a ball, I only hated myself more because of it. He sighed and took a seat beside me.

I wanted to run, I wanted to fly away, I wanted to sob, scream and cry. I did none of those things. After sitting for a few minutes in silence, me, holding my breath so he couldn't hear how it quivered, I raised my head. "I'm so sorry," I whispered.

"I'm sorry," I repeated, finding my voice a bit. It came out soft and hoarse. "I thought you were Jeb and I was back at the school," I rambled. "I thought you were going to hurt me or inject me with something, I was scared. And I know that's not an excuse but I-." I continued speaking hurriedly, knowing if I stopped I would cry.

"Skylar," Fang repeated the only word he'd said to me so far, my name. When I didn't stop he pulled me to him. "Stop," He breathed, his face was inches from mine. I stopped.

I finally took in all of his face, the marks from where I'd scratched him were already healing but they weren't completely gone. The faint pink lines across his cheekbones were interlaced with small scabs in the spots my nails had cut deep. I withheld a wince.

"It's fine," he told me. It wasn't, at least not from my point of view. "It was accident and look," he gripped my hand and gently guided it over the wounds. "They'll be gone by tomorrow."

Moments after, his lips captured mine. They were soft and sweet. The kiss tasted of Fang and my tears, it was beautiful and broken. My body was filled with electricity at his touch and my heart was pounding so loud I was sure he could hear it.

Our mouths moved in sync as he pulled me closer. My hands remained wrapped around my torso until I untangled them and maneuvered them around his neck. His dark hair was soft as I gripped it.

We stayed wrapped in each other's arms, a tangle of limbs and lips, for a long while. When we finally broke apart, we were both panting and struggling for breath.

Slowly, I sat myself back down on the roof. Fang wordlessly drew me to him. I was completely content in that moment, leaning against his chest and staring up at a starlit sky. If only had I looked at Fang, and not the moon and stars. I would have seen him looking at me as if we were the only two people in the world.

Fang's POV:

Skylar's head was tilted towards the sky and her silver hair was illuminated by the starlight. I watched her closely. Although I would never admit it out loud, I could have stared at her like that for the rest of my life and would've been content.

I grinned when I saw that she had a small smile on her lips and her eyes were wide with wonder. I knew if I looked up, I would be awed by the night sky, same as she. But somehow, I couldn't tear my eyes away from her.

Skylar's POV:

"Why do you not let yourself cry?" Fang asked quietly, playing with a strand of my hair between his fingers. "I do cry." "Yes, but you always hold back everything. You're absolutely silent. Why do you do that to yourself?"

I took a deep breath, recalling the memories I tried so hard to forget. "In the School, whenever I cried, they would punish me," I despised how weak my voice sounded but I continued anyway. I felt his arms tense around me and I added, "Not physically.

"They would give me drugs that would make me see things. I would think I was dying, falling off a cliff, being chased by a dog, things like that. I would spend my night in my crate terrified of the hallucinations. So I learned to cry quietly to avoid them."

Fang looked at me with a deep sorrow in his eyes, "I'm sorry." "Don't be," I told him. "You're the one who got me out, who made it so I would never have to endure that again."

Fang's POV:

I vowed silently to make it so Skylar would never see the School again. The mental image of her trapped inside those awful crates and enduring all that she had, haunted me. I almost shuddered at the thought. I didn't know my feelings about her completely yet, or maybe I did. I just wanted to ignore their intensity for a little while loner.

"Some nights, a doctor there would sneak me the antidote, his name was Will. He was the kindest one there," almost reflexively I tightened my hold on her. A sharp twinge of jealousy made me want to squander it before it could spread any further. I felt tremendously guilty when logic finally set in.

She had been completely alone at the School. No one to go to and no one to talk to. At least when the Flock was in the School, we had each other. Skylar had been alone. I tucked my face into her hair. "I'm sure he was," I murmured kindly.

Author's Note: Hi guys! I hope you liked that chapter. If you did please remember to review, favorite, and follow. I love hearing from you guys. So how did you like reading from Fang's POV. I kept them kind of short to see if you guys would like to read more of it or if you didn't like it. Please tell me in a review. Thanks! XOXO- Skai.