Tears were dripping onto my dress, but I wasn't making any sound. There was no sound to express thid kind of pain. I didn't want to move, didn't want to do anything. Fang was not waiting for me out in the living room. Tomorrow morning, when I woke up, Fang would still be gone.
Maximum Ride: Fang: Dystopian Science Fiction (ed. Random House, 2010) - ISBN: 9781409069812