Skylar's POV:
I awoke alone. The bed was cold beside me and the comforter was pulled neatly around my shoulders. I shoved the blankets off me, standing up.
I paced around the room and checked the bathroom. Fang was gone. I began to stress, pulling my arms around myself when I noticed a piece of paper sitting on the bedside table. The letter was written in Fang's surprisingly nice handwriting, and it was addressed to me. My stomach dropped.
Dear Skylar,
I love you. I don't know any other way to put it, because I've never said those words to anyone else but my family. I love you, and that's why I'm leaving. I can't feel the way I'm feeling, not right now. We're dealing with the School and I got an email last night from a reviewer on a blog I've been writing for the past few months. There's another group, the Jekyll's. I left some research on the Jekyll's beneath this letter, don't track them down. I'm only giving you the information so you're prepared if anything were to happen.
My point is, I don't know how to feel the way I feel about you and also try and fix things. I've been trying to shut down the School, in more ways than you know. And I will, I promise I will. I'm also trying to bring down the Jekyll's. I have a plan, don't worry, and I know some people.
I'll try to figure things out, I'm going to bring down the groups that threaten the Flock and you, (as dramatic as that sounds.) I need to do that, and I need to do it without the Flock.
Yesterday, I felt something I've never felt before. Terror. And I felt it because I was terrified for you. I've never been so scared, not when it was my life on the line, or my family's. I'm going to make sure I never have to be that scared for you again, and you'll never have to deal with that again. If I'm constantly trying to protect you, I can't finish this.
The truth is you're beautiful. I don't need to tell you you're beautiful physically as well. While I love that, it's not what I love you for.
You're beautiful when you cry, because even when you cry you're still strong. You're one of the strongest people I've met, so I know you can be fine without me.
You're beautiful when you look at things. When you look at things, you look at them. You find the beauty in things I had never even paid attention to before. You see the world for all it's beauty and greatness, not for everything that's wrong with the world.
You're beautiful in the way you're selfless. In the way you'd help anyone you could. You have such little self regard it scares me sometimes, but you do it because you see the value in other's lives. Even more than your own. You care for others so deeply you'd hurt yourself for them.
It's my turn to be selfless for you, and selfish. Angel predicted I was going to be the first to die, and I'm not going to take anyone along with me. Especially you. But if I die while trying to keep you and the Flock safe, I'm okay with that. I am.
Please don't try to find me. This is the hardest thing I've ever done in my life,
besides watching you be in pain. I couldn't say goodbye to you this morning. I know you'd ask me to come back, and I would, because I can't say no to you. But all the same problems would still be there, and you wouldn't be safe.
Take care of Foxx, Angel, Nudge, and Gazzy. Watch out for Max and Iggy, they're often too busy looking out for other people. Tell Dylan he's a good guy, and I appreciate him making sure you were okay. Ask him to keep doing that for me.
And please stay you, please don't allow me leaving to change you. I'm leaving because I don't want you to change. I don't want you to harden, or get hurt. I don't want you to go from alive to dead. I love you.
-Fang.
I was numb. I was numb all over. I couldn't feel, I couldn't think, I couldn't do anything. A knock on the door sounded. I didn't respond and Dylan entered the room. "Where's Fang?" I didn't answer.
I finally looked up from the letter in my hands. "What's that?" He asked, honesty and curiously.
I broke.
Author's Note: Hi guys! So I am going to write a sequel to Silver Wings. It follows both Fang and Skylar from the end of this. Thank you so much to all of you who have followed, favorited, and reviewed. I seriously can't thank you all enough for encouraging me to keep writing when I felt like it was pointless and useless. I felt as if I would never be a good enough writer. If you have any thoughts, ideas, and opinions, please leave them in a review. Even the short ones count. I will be posting the new story very soon, within two weeks at most. I am trying to think of a story name. If you have any ideas, let me know. I'm not going to make the title related to the plot of the next story, it just has to relate to "Silver Wings." So feel free to come up with anything, (within reason.) I might also still post on Silver Wings one shots from the past and etc. Thanks. XOXO- Skai.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the parts of Fang's letter that James Paterson wrote. I didn't write them. All rights go to rightful owners. I also don't own "wrapped in life and life in love." That belongs to Ed Sheeran, (it's from the song Afire Love by him,) and other rightful owners.
