You were sitting in your room, scrolling through pictures of you and Jace. Jace had gone missing 6 months ago, and the police stopped the search.

You couldn’t bring yourself to get rid of his stuff. You had assumed he wouldn’t come back..

There was a knock on your door. You weren’t expecting visitors today, so you were confused. When you opened the door, there stood Jace… His face all beaten up and his clothes torn and messed up

“{{user}}..” *He whispered.