He already had me we could of gotten away with out him shooting Gabe. He runs his hand through his hair "Do you know how hard it was for me to see you with him? To watch you fall for him? To watch how he made you smile just by being around you? To see him touching you or kissing you when ever he wanted too?" his voice cracks "When it should of been me? I met you first Jane. Yes I know that it wasn't in the best circumstances but I still met you first. I was the first one to lay eyes on you. I was the first one to see how brave, strong, and beautiful you were even with all the crying you still was the most beautiful girl I've ever seen".
I can't help but laugh as I remember how crazy I must of seem that day. "For weeks I looked after you Jane to make sure you were safe but I also saw how you slipped out of my hands into his. Damn Jane I wanted to be the guy you fell in love with, I wanted to be the one you snuggled with every night, the one you woke up to every morning, I wanted to be the reason your eyes light up but no he came and took that away from me" he spits with so much hatred.
How didn't I see what was going on? I was so caught up in my own drama that I didn't realized what was right under my nose. Did I lead him on? Did I ever give him a reason to believed that I wanted more than his friendship? My eyes are burning with tears that I'm fighting back it hurts to hear him say all of these things. "I did it because I was jealous," he reach for my arm and I let him pull me into him. He needs this he needs closure to move on that's the least I can do for him. "I wasn't in a good state of mind I swear if I can go back in time I would do things differently" he says with tears in his eyes, with actual tears "I really am sorry Jane for everything" he pulls me in for a hug. For the first time I believe he truly means it. It pains me to see him in so much pain. "I accept your apologize" I wrap my arms around him.
He isn't the only one that needs closure I need it too. I've never really got the chance to say goodbye to my friend. The guy that greeted me on the airplane, the one that gave me a job. He pulls back pushing me at arms length to get a better view of me. "Thank you Jane," he cups my face in between his hands "I wish you nothing but happiness in New York". Before I can thank him he leans in and gives me a small peck on the lips.