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Elizabeth's POV

I sighed as I swiped my card to clock out for the night, card zipping back in place. I was tempted to remove my shoes to trudge back to my car, but I figured I didn't want to go through the struggle of soaking my white socks. I winced as a popping of my knee sent slight tingles of pain through my leg.

Shaking it off, I continued down the hall, enjoying the silence. A twinge of sadness pierced me as I thought about the patient we loss today. Caleb Salva was a sweet, teen boy that was just starting his life adventures when he was T-boned by an 18 wheeler. His hazel eyes looked into mine as he took his last breath. I tried not to let my patients affect me in such a way, especially when I saw a older Cameron looking back at me.

Deep in my thoughts, I bumped into someone. I lost my balance, so I closed my eyes waiting for impact, but warm hands clasped onto my upper arms, pulling me back steady. "Elizabeth, are you okay?" A voice soo familiar spoke to me as I turned to face my saver.

"Yeah, I'm fine Jason. Thanks." I rubbed my arm, soothing the small ache caused by Jason's grip. "What are you doing here?" I questioned, looking to those blue eyes that now just reminds me of heartache and disappointment.

"No reason. Why were you crying?" Jason asked, catching me off guard.

I folded my arms, shaking my head gently. "I'm just having a bad day, but I will be fine. How are you doing? I haven't really been able to talk to you since everything happened." I asked, smiling gently.

Jason took his usual stance, hands tucked in his pocket. "It's been an adjustment. Nothing I can't really handle. You should go home, Elizabeth. You look exhausted." Jason observed, eyes softening as he took me in.

"Thanks a lot." I laughed lowly, teasing him. I sighed heavily as I adjusted my bag on my shoulder. I went to turn around, but I stopped myself after remembering something. "Jason… before I go, I wanted to thank you for saving Franco's life. I know it wasn't easy for you." I said, cuffing my hair behind my ears. Any hope of peace for my family was shattered by the harden look on Jason's face.

"The only reason Franco's alive is because of Sam. If it was up to me. I would have left him to die." Jason responded in that calm demeanor that once was soothing, now just plain annoying. It was these moments that shows that our friendship has deteriorated over the years, even before his fake death. Don't get me wrong, I do understand where he is coming from, but the fact that he would have left my family in shambles… it hurts.

My arms soon enough crossed themselves as I faced off with Jason. "So you would have left my kids and I to grieve for Franco." I argued, angry at myself for hoping to see a light at the end of the tunnel for this dysfunctional situation.

Jason sighed, massaging his forehead out of frustration. "Sam made me realize that Franco's life wasn't worth your grief, Elizabeth. But don't expect me to buy into this 'tumor' excuse. I will never forget finding Michael after being raped in prison by a man Franco sent after him, even if that wasn't the intention, it still happened. I was stuck in a cell helpless to help Michael. I will never forget that Franco kidnapped Sam and made us believe that he raped her and was the father of our child, Elizabeth! Whether I like it or not, he is part of your and Jake's life and I just have to accept that and move on, but Franco's going to get what's coming to him." Jason argued, still eerily calm.

I hated that the people of this town think I forgotten what Franco did, not that they pass up a chance to throw it back in my face. My anger came from a part of me that was resentful towards Jason, feeling that he was being hypocritical.

I laughed bitterly, feeling the sting behind my eyes, but held those stupid tears at bay. "Like I can never forget that Sam watched Jake get kidnapped by Maureen, never once saying a word while I was crying and pleading. Like I will never forget that Sam sent two armed men to terrorize my children and I in the park, playing with our lives like a god. Where was my big justice, Jason!?" I snapped, running my hands through my hair.

"Elizabeth… " Jason reached for me, but I smacked his hand away from me.

"That's right. I watched the man I loved at the time moved on to the same woman that did those things to Jake, your son of all people, after looking me in the eye to tell me your life was too dangerous for a family only to have a family later. Talk about a slap to the face!" I argued.

I watched as Jason tensed. "That is not fair, Elizabeth! You know the circumstances surrounding that situation." Jason's voice hitch in anger.

My eyes widen in shock as I let out a disbelieving scoff. "Fair?! You want to know what isn't fair? The fact that one day I would have to explain to Jake why his father couldn't be in his life, but has the time to play family man on the other side of town! Did you ever once think of that?!" I shook my head tiredly, taking a seat on the bench that was next to us.

"You denied me justice to see Sam behind bars, Jason, but I swallowed a bitter pill of reality and moved on. I don't sit around wishing 'Hope Sam gets what coming to her' even though she hurt me out of petty jealousy." I said, huffing out a breath.

"I'm no better than Sam. I did my dirt that caused pain, but unlike the people you surround yourself with, I have sincerely apologized and own up to my mistakes. One day I know that my kids will have questions about Franco's past, but Jake will have questions about yours and Sam past also. We know better than anyone that nothing stays a secrets here in Port Charles. I forgave Sam, because I cared about you. Because you were my friend, but just because I forgave, doesn't mean I've forgotten, so don't stand there and tell me that you aren't able to forgive Franco. You just don't want to." I exclaimed, quietly. Jason was about to respond, but stopped when he spotted Sam coming around the corner. I dried my eyes as I got up from the bench. I grabbed my bag just as Sam came up to us.

She looked between the two of us, before saying "Sorry to interrupt." Her brown eyes leaving me, before landing on Jason, who eyes were trained on me. I didn't know how he felt about our conversation, but I didn't stay around to find out.

"It's fine. I was leaving anyway. Have a good night." I said. With a nod, I walked away from the two of them towards the elevators. Honestly, I haven't felt this light in years.