Right after Jake got out of the hospital a few months later, I came to visit him. But if I looked at his face, I think I would've cried. I smiled as I entered. He was in a wheelchair though. After a while of talking, my eyes started to tear up as Jake stared at me wide eyed. He pulled me into a hug as I heard him whisper something I couldn't make out. I left after that feeling horrible.

A few days later, that was the day my whole world crashed. I turned the tv on and went on the news and dropped the picture I had of Jake. "'Recently a man named Jake English has been murdered in the city when he was kidnapped a day earlier.'" I started crying and fell to my knees as Dave came out of his room and comforted me. Pretty unexpected from the little man.

Every time I try to tell you that I love you, something always prevents me to say, "Never mind." Oh Jake, If only there was a way to tell you deep in my heart. Your accent always was a sweet beauty. I loved you so very much.