When you cried, I wiped away all of your tears. When you screamed I'd fight away all of your fears. I held your hand through all of these years, and you still have all of me.
Don sat on the edge of his bed, carefully placing the rest of Angell's belongings into a box beside him. He'd planned on doing this a long time ago, but somehow, keeping her things around his apartment, kept a part of her with him. Now he knew he had to let go for good. He gazed at the damp photo, which smelled of the beer it had been soaked in earlier that evening.
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone. But though you're still with me, I've been alone all along.
"I've got to let you go, Jess," he whispered quietly to the picture, tracing his thumb over Jessica's smiling face as if trying to brush the lock of hair off her cheek.
"But I'll never forget," he said, fresh tears blurring his vision.
"And I'll always carry you in my heart, because that's just the way it is."
Bringing the picture to his lips, Flack gave it a gentle , he'd never forget Jessica Angell, the beautiful Detective that turned his head, stole his heart and would always be a part of him.
But somehow, his heart didn't feel so empty, and he was able to lay the photo on top of the old pair of jeans she'd left at his place one night. Then carefully, he placed the lid on the box. Tomorrow, he'd Fed-Ex it to her family, with a note telling them he wished them well, and would always love his Angell.