A/N: Because I just really like Henry's character, despite him being one disturbed little f***. So I re-wrote an ending for him.
Abby watched as the boarding knife fell farther down the cliffside. She looked back up at Henry, trying to desperately see the boy she grew up with. As it looked like he was about to take a step closer, Jimmy came up from behind and tackled him. Abby watched helplessly as both men fell down the bluff.
Abby clambered towards the rocky shore below, barley keeping her balance on the smooth slippery rock. She ran to where Jimmy had fallen, his back in the tide, coincidently next to the knife Henry had earlier thrown. Cradling his head she bent down and asked him, "Are you alright?"
Straining, Jimmy sat up some and groaned, "No."
He turned his head to look up at Abby, but something in his peripheral caught his attention. His eyes widened and Abby turned, grabbing the almost forgotten boarding knife and thrusting it forward as hard as she could. Henry fell to his knees before her, his expression shocked. He looked up pleadingly at her, and suddenly she was at the end of summer years ago with the young boy he was; the one wishing to stay on the island, to stay with her. He opened and closed his mouth, trying to say something, before he whispered, almost to quiet for Abby, who was mere inches from him, to hear.
"B—but, …I love you"
Falling forward, Henry's lips flitted across hers before collapsing on to the incoming tide.
Abby stared unblinkingly down, numb to the hand Jimmy placed on her shoulder and the warmth of the tears that slid mutely down her cheek. She sat, in stunned silence, staring at the body of the man before her, her best friend, his whispered last words echoing in her head….
"But…I love you"
"…I love you"
"…I…"
"…love…"
"…you…"
"…you…"
"…you…"
