This conversation is pointless just like every other conversation we've had so far. "I need to know Jane" he yells causing me to flinch. Who the hell does he think he is talking to like that? I've been trying to keep my calm but if he wants to be disrespectful than two can play that game. "First off watch the way you talk to me," I stand just in case he comes at me I can get a better hit. "I'm sorry" he says softly "I just want to know". I can't help but to feel bad for this poor hopeless man. If I can help him move on by simply answering his questions than I'll tell him. I need him to get over that ridiculous idea of him being in love with me. "Mark," I let out a small breath out of frustration "I wish I can tell you but I can't because I don't know how it happen it just did". Isn't that the truth. God knows that I tried my best not to like him but it happen anyways.
"But maybe now that he is dead you can give me a chance" he walks towards me. I try my best not to laugh at how ridiculous that sounds. Even if Gabe was dead I would never fall for the man that killed him. I walk over to the window to put more space in between us. I stare out the window at the beautiful view before me. It's funny how different the view looks now since the first time I saw it. But yet again it's not the view that change is me who looks at things differently now. "Mark it doesn't matter if he isn't here my feeling towards him don't change" I say which is true. My feelings for Gabe don't change no matter where we are. "Plus I only see you as a friend, well I did" I clarified.
I know it's a little harsh but he needs to hear the truth. He needs to know what he destroyed by betraying me. "Do you think you can forgive me with time?" he whisper so low I barley heard him. "I wish I can forgive you but I don't know" I answer truthfully. Even tho technically he didn't kill Gabe he still tried to and that is something I don't know if I can forgive. I can't forget the pain I was in thinking he was dead. Mark might of thought he killed Gabe but in reality he killed me. I need to ask him the one question that I've been dying to ask. I turn to face him "Why did you pull the trigger?".