You broke up before college.

You had the talk a few weeks before. You didn't deny what would eventually happen at the time. You had been accepted into many promising colleges that would give you the future you had always dreamed of. Who was Jason to stand in the way?

At the time, it felt very far away. It would be a problem for later, you thought.

But the day came. Your friends were crying with you as you hugged eachother goodbye and they got in their cars. Alison went inside afterwards, knowing that the hardest part of your day hadn't even begun.

Jason didn't say anything at first. He wrapped his arms around you, drowning you with his size, shutting his eyes. His lips brushed against your hair multiple times, fingers playing with it. He didn't let you go for several minutes.

There were more tears and hugs and kisses, but it wasn't an angry breakup — it was the opposite. If possible, you left him feeling like you just loved him even more.

He wrote you letters during the first year. Not love letters, but genuine, caring messages with the deep concern for you. He wanted you happy. He wanted to know that you were living your dream.

For the second year, the letters progressively stopped coming, until there were none left. He had his life, you had yours. When you and your friends had the opportunity to meet and get together, you'd ask about him. Casually.

And Alison would smile and say he was fine.

Time passed by too quickly, and before you knew it, you were out of college and working. But as if Rosewood were a magical town, it seemed to pull you back in as you found out that you were wanted to speak up about Charlotte's release.

And so you left work, and traveled back to Rosewood, five years later.

After reuniting with your friends after several months apart, you started to think that your life would fall at the devil's hands again. Charlotte was murdered, and now, you had to stay in Rosewood for investigation.

As you hung out at Ali's, you couldn't deny you had thought about Jason. Not in a longing manner, but more of curiosity on how he was doing. You hadn't seen him anywhere, yet according to Ali, he was now working, doing what he's always done best.

The door bell rang. You got up to get it as you were closer to the entrance, and opened it.

Beautiful green eyes stared back at yours, lips parting softly. Jason.

He looked older, but in the best possible way. He was even stronger, features sharpened, blonde hair long and skin subtly tanned.

And like a slap in the face, a pretty woman was next to him, pressed against his side with his arm around her waist. Brunette, with brown eyes and a sweet smile.

"Hi! We're so sorry to walk in so suddenly, but is Alison home? We were supposed to meet for dinner," the woman said. "I'm Madison, by the way."

As you tried to come up with something as a reply, anything, Madison nudged Jason, noticing his silence. "Baby, don't be rude. By the way, this is Alison's brother, Jason."

Maybe it was longing after all.