I knew Robyn, very well. I loved her, case in point, and never had the guts to tell her. I regret that.
I was returning from my mother's funeral the night Robyn was murdered. I remember her funeral better than anything else in that period of time, because I went a little insane.
Rose was walking around the funeral, shaking hands, smiling. I've never understood it. And now I find out that she's still married to Sean. Well...
I can't begin to tell you the pain I've felt from the death of this girl, my first real love. I don't want to bother to describe the nightmares I've had. I don't want to begin to go into the emotional turmoil I've experienced.
I wanted Sean dead. I wanted to see it.
Here we are in 2011, and you know what? I'm still not over it. I'm married with children now, but I don't think I'll ever be over it. There will always be regrets. There will always be nightmares. And there will always be a seething, unadulterated hatred for Sean, the man who killed her.
I feel all these things, and I was a 17 year old boy when it happened. What the fuck is Rose's excuse?