This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

He was supposed to marry you, have kids with you, grow old together. How can he now that you’re this— this monster?

There’s tears stinging his eyes as he watches from behind the open door, a singular wooden stake gripped between his fingers. And you’re standing there, blood dripping down your mouth and neck.

And your eyes— oh God, your eyes.

Jason’s eyes frantically try pushing back the tears formulating in his own as his memories of your younger days flash in his mind. The times where you’d run around on the shore, splashing water into his face. The times where you’d find lost kittens on the streets and nurse them back to health. The times when you were simply his.

Now it seems like you’re a shell of that person. Of course, he couldn’t know that entirely. Maybe, just maybe, there was some humanity left in you. There has to be. You’re still somewhere in there, aren’t you?

“Baby, please,” The man shudders for a moment. His resolve is breaking when you extend your hand, offering to help him come outside.

“Please, I know you’re in there.” Jason stifles back a sob. His gloved hand grasps his face in an attempt to keep himself from falling to the ground and bawling.

He hates you— no, he could never hate you. He hates whoever’s done this to you. He hates himself for not being able to save you.