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Riker's P.O.V.

Guilt. I could have helped. I could have stopped him. If only I would have stood up to my older brother. If only I was stronger. Smarter. Braver. If I could go back, I don't know what I would do. But I know I wouldn't do what I did. I stood there. I ignored the noises. The screams. The agony I heard. I may be out for revenge, but I didn't want this. It wasn't my idea to do this anyway. I followed my brother and my Father. I wanted to be like them. I wanted them to be proud of me. I didn't know this would happen. I-I wish I could just say it. I didn't want this to happen. I'm sorry. It's my fault. It is. I wanted to be the Great Villain. I wanted to make them proud of me. Being the villain doesn't feel so good now. I feel dirty. I feel gross and disgusting. I hate this. I hate me. I stood there. I didn't turn around. I didn't do anything at all. I heard screaming. I didn't turn around. I heard my brother yelling. I did nothing. I caught her before she fell. I said nothing. I'm as bad as my brother. I was just as wrong as he was. I did nothing to help. I contributed to the hurt. I should have known what he did the moment he threw her at me. No, I should have known what he was planning before even that. I was naive. I didn't know he would do this. I always looked up to my older brother. I thought he was so cool. I hate him now. I wish we weren't related. But I can't hate him too much. I am just as bad as he is. I didn't do anything to stop him. I could have. If I had really tried, I could have made him stop. But I didn't. I was twenty feet away! I did nothing! Even afterwards, I could have told my brother he was wrong. I could have said he shouldn't have done it. I'm standing on the terrace now. They don't see me. I watch as they hug and cry and talk and laugh. They will get better. They will be alright. But they will never forgive me. I will live with this guilt for the rest of my life. I was there last night too. I watched her cry and cry. I just wanted to say that I'm so sorry and I wish I could make it better. I wish it hadn't happened. I wish I would have stopped it. I wanted to say all of those things. But I can't. They never want to see me again, except to have revenge on us for hurting her. Now I'm standing here again watching her get better. I smile, then frown. If only she were already alright. If only she didn't have to get better at all. It's my fault. And I will forever be sorry for the pain my brother and I have caused.

One Year Later...

I have come here almost everyday. She is doing well. She is surrounded by her friends who have really become like family to her. Of course she got better. I am glad. I still feel guilty, though, and I haven''t been able to say the two words I have wanted to for so long. I watch as she says goodnight and her friends head to their bedrooms. Oliver stays behind a moment, asking if she is coming too. She replies that she will come in a minute. She wants some time to think, alone, she says. He nods and gives her a hug goodnight. They are the best of friends now. Still not dating yet. They are closer now, though. All of them are. He leaves and she opens the door to the terrace. I quickly hide so that she doesn't see me. She walks to the edge of the terrace and looks down at the street below. She sighs heavily. I watch as she wipes a tear from her cheek. "I-I forgive you. I can't hate you any longer. I can't live like this anymore. You hurt me. I thought I was going to die. But I made it. My friends helped me and I'm not broken anymore. I still hated you, though, for what you did. But last week, Bree forgave Troy. It took her two years, but she did it. He hurt her even worse than you hurt me. So I f-forgive you. Both of you. You don't define me. This didn't break me. I am myself and that is all. I just wanted you to know, wherever you are, I don't hate you anymore. I don't like you, and I don't want to be around you, but I don't hate you. The hate was killing me. I needed to give it away. I wish I could hear your response. I don't even know if you hear me, but I had to say it. I'm done. This is over." she says, her voice powerful and strong.

She is not the girl she once was. I can tell. This did change her. But, in the end, it changed her for the better. I want her to know that. I want her to know how she has inspired me. How she made me think I could stand up to my father and brother. How she made me believe that I could be good again. And most of all, I want to let her know how truly sorry I am that this happened at all. How I'm so sorry that I let it happen. I send a vapour of smoke into the starry sky. The words read simply, "I'm Sorry."

She looks around to see where it came from, but I am already gone, flying through the sky. I look back at her one more time. She's smiling through her tears. It really is over now. It's Done.