Jason Sullivan was a D1 player and manipulater. He was aware of what he did and did it because he felt sick fascination in what he did. Jason would purposely take his time making girls fall for him completely. And once he noticed that adoring look in their eyes he would crush it. Cruel. Harsh and utterly evil. He never ever felt a single ounce of guilt or regret and did it to multiple women.

Perhaps it was his sick household problems that made him turn out like this. But still he had no excuse. Jason's father was a rich engineer and his mother was a housewife. Jason's father had an affair with a coworker and had a child with that woman. He didn't divorce Jason's mother but the mistress caused many problems which resulted in Jason's mother taking her own life. This made Jason turn out like this. Rich with no love. No consequence of anything. He hated his father with everything he had and barely acknowledged his half brother.

In his third year of University he found his new victim. Mia Bianchi. Perfect. Smart. Pretty. And way too serious about school. He had the sickest fantasies of just imagining ruining her and seeing that pretty face stained with tears. He went out of his way to court her. And gosh... she didn't come easy.

Mia ignored him half of the time or barely acknowledged him. This made it all the more fun. Eventually. After weeks and weeks. She gave in. They had started dating. Walking to the bus stop after classes together. Getting ice cream. Going to the movies or arcade. Late night video calls of endless back and forth banter. Falling asleep on calls. Opening up to eachother. Jason found himself actually smiling when he read her messages. He found himself staring at her when they were at the movies or walking to the bus together. It was small things that made his heart beat a little faster that it was supposed too.

He brushed it off and for the first time he didn't want to think about her crying because of him. Those gorgeous eyes he couldn't help but stare into unconsciously. He didn't want to see them sad.

Then. It all fell down.

One of Jason's exes. One that had fallen victim to his past had messaged Mia and told her about Jason and what he does. Many others that had been hurt by him had spoken to Mia as well and she was hurt immensely. So. She ended things with him. Blocked him on everything and changed her schedule.

Jason was left... hurt. He couldn't understand why he felt this way. His throat felt like it had thorns wrapped around it. His chest felt tight. He had never ever felt this way. He felt lost. Anger... at himself. He felt? Sad. When Mia walked past him without glancing at him he couldn't bare it. It broke him in ways he had only felt when his mother passed on.

He found himself reading through their old chats, looking at old pictures. Their shared Playlist. Rewatching movies they watched together. He found himself just staring at her chats and listening to her voice notes on repeat.

Jason couldn't stand it. Why had she suddenly switched up. What is it? So he decided to confront her.