Nate's POV
Maybe I was wrong? Maybe I was to blame? I don't know. But what I do know is that I want to see her again. And now, right now. Jenny had let me down. But maybe I was covering my eyes from the real truth to see. Maybe, I let myself down instead? She may have just been a pawn I had to knock over to win the game. She could just be an obstacle I needed to overcome to get to the destination. No she wasn't, she was Jennifer Humphrey and she wasn't like those girls.
Jenny's POV
That knock on the door was a knock I should've ignored, I knew that now. Now that he was standing in front of me. I couldn't bring myself to say anything; even though I just wanted to yell at him. No, what I really wanted was to crawl under a blanket and pour my eyes out. But I couldn't show how I really felt; how much he'd really hurt me to him. I couldn't let him know how vulnerable I was.
Nate's POV
The moment she opened the door I couldn't help but look into those beautiful blue eyes and not forgive her for the actions I was so angry for just hours previous to now. Instead I came to say ; "We need to talk". In my deepest fears I had to see to find out that I was absolutely terrified of coming here. Terrified of seeing her fragile self, breaking down easily, crumbling until there was nothing left of that once so big heart of hers. To my surprise she let me in. She gracefully walked towards the sofa. She sat down in it. The streetlights sipping through the window frame catching her eyes. They showed no sparkle. That sparkle was nowhere to be found. I shuddered inside of the thought of Jenny being empty; she was so in every form I could see her in. Whether I looked at her as a friend, a lover, a stranger… She was now empty. And I had made her this way. "I came to," I paused, why did I come? To show my emotions? To end this, this everlasting pain that dripped down my face? No matter what I did, it didn't go away, "I'm here to give you the letter"
Jenny's POV
He handed me the letter; why? Why did I have to keep it in possession? He wrote it! Why couldn't he keep it, burn it, throw it away, whatever. I came to take the letter anyways. I held it tight but as soon as I fastened my grip I felt something sting inside of me. It beat hard. It felt as if I was being stabbed. I felt… my heart. "Why now? Why not give the letter when you should have?" I asked, pushing back my tears. He replied; "What? When I was forced to leave because your brother was all of a sudden opposed to the idea of me living under your roof?" "Yes Nate, then! You should've given it to me yourself, and not have lived on the hopes that I might get it, you should've made sure" I yelled at him, convinced about my point. I did have a point. It hurt so much 4 hours ago, and that pain; it hadn't faded yet. It'd probably take a lot longer; but I'm sure that by tomorrow morning I would've put my memories in a bottle and have it sent off to sea. There'd be no stopping me now. "Made sure? If you would've been around a little more you might've gotten the letter at the right time!" he said, raising his voice to match mine. "Me? You're blaming this on me trying to make a future for myself? Me trying to get out of Brooklyn and becoming something, someone. Being a real person not just some minion of some spoiled Upper East Side brat?" I shot back at him, I tried so hard to fight back the tears and as far as I could tell I was doing a hell of a job because my face didn't feel wet.
Nate's POV
I couldn't believe she turned my words around. I was so proud of her when she decided to chase her dreams and get out of her comfort zone. I froze. I couldn't bring another word to cross my still lips. They trembled instead. Shaking by the thought of having her hating me. She meant all. Every feeling I had ever felt, every tear that had ever fallen, every wound that ever healed. Everything was always leading me back to her. I didn't know why, but it did. "You know what I told Agnes, Nate? I told her that I wanted the one Nate Archibald," she paused, but it was unnecessary really. I swallowed loudly, looking down at the floor, "because I do, I wanted you, not some lame, cheap knock-off version of you. But you, Nathaniel Archibald. Because you know me and I know you, because I believed you were the one Nate. But now, I know. You're… not" and when she said that my heart dropped 2 beats.