It's an awkward silence that settles over us.

"I'm sorry. I love him"

"You what? No, no, no, Miss Jones. You can't love him." He sputtered clumsily.

She stared daggers deeply into his eyes. "Do you dare tell me what I can and cannot do? Are you telling me that now all has been said and done, I am to revoke all sense of dignity and independence for someone like you? No. I am finished with the fights. I am finished with the lies. I am finished with the pain. Most of all Wesley Bishop? I am finished with you."

His eyes held malice, yet I saw also all the sadness of the world. "Just one last kiss, I beg." He said to me, reaching for my ice cold hand.

I backed slowly away in disgust. "No, and never again." I thought of throwing in some spiteful comment. Something along the lines of 'You arogant pig'. I held my ground and my pride. I was not about to lower myself to that cretin's level.