Special

You were right, Katie.
She does need you.
The stresses of her new life have enveloped on her like a plague;
and she wouldn't take my help if I offered it.

She's standing on the edge of self-inflicted pain and wondering how she got there.

I don't know, either. I'm only nineteen years old.
But Kate,
I still want to pull you back.

*Sighs*

That's what friends do.

Even after they've hurt each other the way we have.

Even if we thought we did it for the right reasons, you still need someone like me;
I still need someone like you.

Cowardice tore us apart.

So if you would please stop running from me--
running from someone who pretended to be an immortal is, you recall, a bad idea--
I would appreciate it.

I want to help you.
Please.