Henry sighed but nodded,somehow he knew this would have to end. Henry knew that deep down, either he dies, or they will. "Abby, it doesn't have to end like this. We could be happy together, just the two of us." He took a step closer, but I backed away.
"Henry, you killed dozens of people. Innocent people. How could you hurt everyone like that? You tried to hurt me." My eyes welled up with tears. This is the first real talk that I've said my feelings in a while."You were supposed to marry Trish. You loved her from the moment you met Henry, there has to be some guilt."
"I...I did care for her, yes. But not like i do for you, Abby, I love you." Henry stepped even closer, almost closing the gap. There was no where for me to go. The stairs would lead him to Jimmy, and there was no way getting around Henry.
"Henry your my brother. You couldn't possibly." I started to cry, with every emotion I've had this week was flooding out of my body. "How could you Henry?" I screamed at him, which in all honesty, made me feel a little better.
"Because Abby I've always loved you. You wanted us like this here. You wanted us alone, and so I did. I could be the perfect lover to you. I will love you, and I will do anything you want." Henry said. He backed off for a quick second and turned around, as if to clear his head.
I took the chance to pull the knife out of my pocket and opened it. "Henry," I said, my vioce small and weak, "You were supposed to do that for Trish. Remember her? Your fiance you killed?" I knew exactly how to hit home with him.
He whipped around, his arms flying up as he shouted, "You were supposed to be her. Did you ever think about that? If Trish and Jimmy never came into the picture this would be us." His hands grabbed my upper arms and he stared into my eyes. He was in pain, any fool could see that.
"Henry, you were my best friend, and you broke my heart. You killed me inside." I brought my arm around slowly, trying not to alarm him, "And I can never forgive you." My hand flew to his side and the knife tore through his skin.
He coughed once and blinked, causing his eyes to glaze over. He slid to his knees slowly, bringing me down with him. He stared into my eyes until finally, he fell to his side and I felt a huge burden lift off my chest.
I stood up straight and turned to the stairs to get Jimmy, but he stood in the doorway, holding his arm. He took the last step and walked up to me. His hand found my cheek and caressed it softly, "It's finally over."