I can’t sleep and I can’t listen to Kensi any more trying to reassure me that it wasn’t my fault. I’m sitting outside on the back porch in my safe place thinking the only reason I’m in my safe place is because of Kirkin. I keep asking myself why he pushed me out of the way? Why did he put himself in danger to save me? It wasn’t supposed to be like this or end like this.
Kensi says he cared for me. But even though there was this attraction on his part, I think in the end it came down to an odd friendship…of sorts. If nothing else, he was my favorite pain in the ass. I guess I should have been flattered by his attention over the years. And as much as it embarrasses me to say this, I probably will miss his crooked little smile. But he cared enough to save my life in the end and for that I will never forget him. Kensi is right about one thing, I would have done the same. Be with the angels, my friend. I’m sure they will appreciate your fashion instincts in heaven much more than we could down here.