Jessi was laying on her bed, waiting for her roommate, Cassidy, and was 
contemplating what had happened a few minutes ago.

 

"Jessi, don't forget me..." 

Like I ever could, you bastard, she thought. She probably would never see him 
again.

 She reached for the picture of him and her together, ripped it up and put it in 
the fireplace. James, you bastard, you should have been here. Not in jail! You 
promised me that I would see you again. 

She hugged her pillow tightly towards her chest. He was gone, and he didn't even 
do it!! He didn't kill Giovanni! Miyamoto did! She saw it with her own eyes! 
James, I wish you were here! I love you!

James was being taken to his cell, his striped suit replacing the uniform that 
he had worn so often…

He had been convicted of killing Giovanni… and chances were that he would be 
executed… 

Jessi… I miss you… 

He ripped out a piece of paper.

 

Dear Jessi,

By the time you will read this, I will already be dead. They have sentenced me 
to be executed at dawn and I wanted to tell you everything.  I wish you were 
here, with me… Darn it, Jessi, I love you! I wish I could have told you sooner 
but I didn’t have the courage. I will be dead in twenty four hours at the most. 
You have to go on with life, Jessi… 

Love,

James.

Jessi’s eyes were swelling with tears as she slipped out a gun put it over her 
head, and pulled the trigger. 

Nothing happened. Stupid gun, she thought as she threw it aside. There was only 
one way to prove his case; to figure out who did it, and she knew perfectly well 
who did it... 

    She cursed sharply, then sat there crying. Damn it, Cassidy, you killed 
Giovanni! She sat up, then walked over to that picture on the wall. James...