Owen went to the door and faced me and Jacob. His face was gone of anger and I kept wondering if it was really gone or if he was acting. “Sofia,” Owen began, “I really hope you can forgive me. You of all people know how much a struggle with my anger.” He added silently, “Since I took most of it out on you. So I’m truely sorry and I’m going to go.” He ran up the stairs as Jacob hugged me. “Don’t ever do something stupid like that again.” Jacob ordered, “Don’t put yourself on the line for me I’m not worth it.” I hit him playfully and said, “You are worth it. Never say that again. Promise me that. You’ll never ever say that again.” I kissed him before he responded and there was Owen suddenly. He was sitting silently on the stairs, watching in pure sadness. My heart went out to him, a tiny fraction, but I still can’t believe his nerve. He can’t let things go, can’t let me go.Luckily, Jacob’s back was to him so I glared harshly before he finally departed. Unfortuntely a small part of me is still sorrow for him.