Just as a hopeless girl in despair, frustration and desperation, I put all pride aside and went on and pleaded with the people I already knew were not going to help me rescue Jason.

This new challenge of saving Jason had surprisingly pushed few pains away to the back of my heart and risen new hope and opportunity of doing some good to others and correcting my mistakes, letting go of the past and making things right again with those of my friends and people who I had wronged.
To me it served as a revolution to living in the present and hoping better of the future with all my strength and might.

Though neither Tyler, Lucy and her panthers, nor Emma agreed to help me, I used that as an opportunity to beg and ask for forgiveness from them and make things right among us, to also see I could get some part of my conscience to be clear.

"I'm sorry Emmi for not have been there all this while to support and comfort you at your hardest and darkest moments. Ever since the break of our friendship and the unfortunate death of your dear mother, I have sank myself in drinks and pills.

I knew our friendship ended, not because of any fights or quarrels, nor was it on any faults on your side, but because of my stupidity to let go of the past and move on with my life, because I was too stupid to realise the kind of friend I had in you, but rather, I threw you away like trash right under the bus.

I'm sorry about my absence at your late mother's funeral and my failed action to send regards, I wasn't there either to sympathize or cry along with you and comfort you, I'm sorry I wasn't there to lend you a shoulder to cry on, and I'm sorry I haven't been there for you ever since.

I haven't done this not out of hatred or jealousy,but because of GUILT. A guilt that I haven't been fair to you and worst of all, a guilt that I might have something to do with the death of your late mother,..." There was a pause. With the already hot tears trickling down my cheeks as I read the letter, I could quite make an apprehension for the last sentence and the sudden pause.

Though it was a big blow to me that Emma has not been there for me even when my mother was late, her face was never among those of the sympathizers, well wishers, hope givers, advisers, comforters, neither was her face present at the funeral. She went completely silent on me and I never knew why.

Though it was clear to me we had our problems a while before my mom passed away, but I never thought it would last that long.
But as desperate times called for desperate measures, I called on her help to saving Jason though with the conviction she was not actually going to be of any help to me, but used that opportunity to reach out to her, to make peace between us, and asked her for forgiveness for any wrong I did to her to deserve such hatred from her.

"Look Emmi, uhm....that last sentence, I actually don't mean it literary, is just a metaphor. As in...for not being there for you and a good friend, and for not have been able to provide financially to her medical urgency even though I had the opportunity to do so..." The letter continued as I waved sign of relief for a comprehension on her previous statement about having something to do with the death of me mother. But I'm still curious about what she really meant by that, I was just happy and relief she didn't mean it literally.

"...Emmi, I am not who you think I am. I have committed some devilish acts in my life that nobody had had answers to except for myself. Oh sweet Emmi, I have a mental disorder and I act on them once provoked, hurt or insecure.
I am a psychopath daughter of a billionaire parents.

I had everything I wanted, anything I could wish for, but never had a friend like you.
That was why I decided to play the role of a girl who had less than what others had in high school.

Emmi I'm so sorry for all I've done to you, I can't even live with the guilt myself, and if you would get the chance to meet the real me, and things I have done to people and to you, you would not even need to gather any courage to stab me yourself.

I hope you can later find it in your heart to forgive me and love me as you did to that once innocent girl you once loved.
I'll give you all the money you need to save your friend, and I hope and pray that things go well with you two, love Emma," she concluded.

This eventually marked the most touching letter I've read my whole life. Even without Emma asking me for forgiveness, I wouldn't think twice in my mind at the thought of forgiving my once lovely friend.

I couldn't think about anything of the letter but of how much I've missed her. She sounded so sincere but afraid in some way. But what was most important to me was that I just got my best friend back to me.

As jumped up with lots of mixed emotions in me, but especially joy was all I could feel at the moment, something else fell out of the envelop. I picked it up abruptly and opened it. It was a check of $2.5b from Emma's account. At the back of it, it read

"I've done many evils, but this is my only good,"
The words hit my chest like a stone thrown from a far distance. Tears of sympathy and joy, fear, despair and love filled my eyes. They dropped incessantly on the check soaking it wet.
I tried rereading it again, but my eyes were too blur from the tears that filled my eyes.

I picked up my pen several times and dropped it, not knowing how to express all this mixed feelings.
I wish I could just see her right here in front of me. I knew I would still have no words to express how I feel, but at least to hold her in my arms again and feel her warm embrace that gives us both the assurance of love, security and friendship.
I picked up the pen for the last time and managed to figure out what she seeked most from her letter to me.

"I FORGIVE YOU, you have and will always be my joy... Love Emmi," I didn't spare a second in mailing it to her and I hope she gets the feeling I felt in what I wrote.