It had been 2 days since Fang and his flock had left us. 2 days since I gave up on my baby Angel. 2 days since I stopped caring about anything.

"Miss?" Some girl who worked here asked.

I didn't answer her, I was barely aware she was there.

"My sister is sick, she can't hear you" Iggy lied.

"Oh. I'm so sorry. We were wondering how long you'd be staying here?" The girl asked, I could barely understand her because of her French accent.

"We're not sure, here's some money to cover the next few days" Dylan said, handing the girl a bunch of cash and the girl left, closing the door behind her.

Iggy sighed and sat down in a chair with his head in his hands. Dylan went back into the kitchen.

The past two days had been excruciatingly painful and quiet. No one dared make too much sound in fear of upsetting someone.

Nudge hadn't talked the past 2 days; she just sat in her room alone.

I was worried about Gazzy.

We were all depressed and none of us could really sleep at night.

Gazzy had dark rings under his eyes and his eyes were red. He hadn't cried the past 2 days, he was just emotionless. He just lay on his bed, never moving. When you called his name he didn't look over, he didn't say anything, he didn't move at all. He was like he was an empty shell, no one in there. A part of Gazzy had died with Angel.

Iggy was the most normal of us. He would talk sometimes, he tried to be a leader and help us, but even strong willed Iggy was having trouble coping and his normal optimistic, bubbly, fun mood was depressed and distant. He hadn't smiled in those 2 days, he hadn't laughed, and he was going downhill.

Dylan tried to keep us all together. Dylan talked to us, trying to get us to talk back. He cooked us meals, he put us to bed, he took care of us.

"Max?" Dylan asked, his warm hand on my shoulder.

I sat on the couch, staring out the window. Sometimes I would doze off and dream I could see Angel flying towards me. But then I'd wake up.

"You need to eat something" he said and my eyes flickered down to the bowl of soup he had in his other hand.

I looked back out the window and he sighed.

How could Fang leave? How could he just pick up and leave us at a time like this? Didn't he care? Didn't he mourn? Didn't he love us?

All around me everything was going wrong.

I remembered how we were at the E house with Jeb. We were innocent and ignorant to the war around us. We were free, we were together, we were happy.

And now look at us. Torn, broken, hurting, and even dead.

I hadn't cried yet. When we stopped looking for Angel, I didn't cry. When Fang left, I didn't cry. I was just nothing.

All of a sudden Dylan did something he hadn't done yet.

He put the soup down on the table and sat beside me.

He put his arms around me and pulled me into him and just held me.

I couldn't help it. I buried my head into his chest, and cried.

What started off as small quiet sobs, turned into full on crying.

Tears streamed down my face like a waterfall and high-pitched wailing came out of my mouth.

Dylan just held me and stroked my hair.

I heard Iggy get up and sit down on the other side of me and he rubbed my back between my closed wings. I saw Iggy was silently crying and I took his hand in mine and squeezed it.

I heard a small creak and Nudge tip toed out of her room to see what was going on. Through my tears I saw Iggy pull her over and wrap and arm around her and she rested her head on my shoulder and was crying to.

I heard a sniff and looked up to see Gazzy standing there in the middle of the room. His still dirty face and watery big blue eyes made him look so young and innocent.

"Max" he croaked and ran to me, tears flowing down his face.

I pulled him onto my lap and held him tight and cried into his hair. We all sat there just holding each other and crying. And finally, we were starting to live again.

Fang's POV

"Fang, we have to stop" Maya said again.

I didn't want to stop. If I stopped, I would think. If I thought, I would think of Max, of the flock, of Angel. I didn't want to think.

"Fang" Maya said standing in front of me, stopping me in my tracks. I couldn't even look at her.

"We've been walking for hours. We haven't slept in 2 days. We need to stop" she said.

I looked behind me to see the others. Ratchet was panting, holding his side painfully with a stitch. Holden was limping and leaning against Kate who was dirty faced and worn out. Star who was used to going such distances was looking emotionally tired and hadn't spoken in days.

"Fine. We'll make camp here" I said and heard everyone sigh with relief.

It was getting dark and a fire had been lit.

I sat by the fire, just staring into it.

Holden had been asleep for hours and Ratchet drifted off about an hour ago. Kate had fallen asleep half an hour ago, and about 10 minutes ago I heard the deep breathing of Star and knew she had fallen asleep.

Maya was laying on her side, not facing me and I didn't know whether she was asleep or not. She ignored me when she could, not wanting to upset me.

I laid down with my wings out. I laid on my back and it was a little uncomfortable but I didn't care.

I stared up at the sky and could see some stars coming out as the sun had just about disappeared.

I wondered what Max was doing. Was she ok? Was the flock ok?

A small tear escaped my façade and rolled down my face and fell into the dirt.

I noticed one of the stars was moving. My first though was it was an airplane, but it wasn't blinking. It wasn't shinning at all.

I sat up and looked at it through squinted eyes.

As it got closer I realised it was a person, with wings.