Ever
Song: Nothing by The Script
(A/N: My first ever Fang-only chapter.)
She was gone. Dead. Missing from this world. The sad thing? I wasn't even there. She was killed in an Eraser skirmish over the boundary. And now she's gone.
I pressed a hand to my forehead, trying to wake myself up from this dream. Nudge walked up and watched me.
"Are you okay, Fang?" she asked. I turned so that she wouldn't see the tears filling my eyes and spilling onto my cheeks, each so full of pain and hurt. I found my mind siezing on random times with her. For some reason, I couldn't grasp the fact that I would never see her again. Her brown hair streaked by long days spent running, flying for our lives. The times that we had fought, the fact that I still was with Maya. But Maya could never replace her. It was all filler for when I'd see her again, my heart waiting to beat hard in my chest, adrenaline flow through my veins at the sound of her voice.
I stumbled out to the street, my speach slurring after one too many drinks. Iggy tripped out after me.
"Fang. Stop. This isn't the answer, and you know it." he said. He had drove across town to find me.
I leaned against the slummy wall, my head feeling light and heavy at the same time. If I concentrated at the moon, I could still remember her shape against it that one night where she learned of her flying speeds. I had stood in wonder of her then, before all the useless drama that came later. I made it to my bed, and in one moment of delerion, I heard her say that she loved me.
I woke up the next morning begging for the mercy of sleep to overtake me once again. One my bedside table laid a glass of water with ice, a feather, and a note. I shot up. The feather could only be Max's, with its white color spotted with freckles. The note under it was faded, but I opened it anyway.
Fang,
If you're reading this, I'm dead. That sucks. But in the same way, I hope that you'll always remember me. Don't ever tell Dylan, but I never stopped loving you.
I love you still.
Maximum Ride
The wrinkled paper fell from my head, words said in the past ripping my heartstrings. Words that I had said so long ago, at Anne's.
"You'll be okay. I promise."
You won't be forgotten.
Ever.