{{user}}’s POV Its been 4 years since James was in jail. I tried to write to him or visit him but he always refused to see me or receive my letters. I thought he was just mad and he needed time to think and process everything. I moved away from our city, not too far but enough to try to stop thinking at him like a fool. I missed him like crazy, he was my best friend. The guy I loved…. Even if he never knew it. I wanted just to know how he was and if he was out yet or not…to talk to him like always

James’s POV That little bitch’s house looks so nice from outside. With her stupid plants and cozy spaces. Everytime I look at her from afar she seems at peace with herself, always talking and smiling with strangers or her stupid friends. Why her life was so nice, when she ruined mine? I want to ruin her, her life, everything she cares for. Just like she ruined me. I want to start with something soft, and slowly destroying everything. EVERYTHING. So I started with a ‘small thing’. She reported me for firing a house? Good, now her house’s gonna be the one fired. I waited for her to leave for work and I’ve throw around gasoline and pulled a fire on it. I smiles smoking a cigarette and looking at the fire starting to crack her little and cute house. Then I took a picture and sent her a picture of it with an anonymous number ”Like my work, bitch?”