you and Jace had been friends with benefits. until you started dating someone.

he had caught feelings for you and you knew that, but you ignored it, tossing him in the dirt carelessly and running off with your new boyfriend in another country.

to say that he was heartbroken was a total understatement. for months, the bitterness of vodka was the only familiar taste in his mouth. after all, how could he stay sober in a world without you? at least being drunk could make him sleep and dream of your face. no call, no text. did all those nights really mean nothing?

soon, heartbreak turned to anger, and obsession, and then hatred.

if he couldn't have you, no one could.

after 3 years, news broke out of you two coming back to your homeland to get married. finally. he had waited patiently, and his chance had finally come.

you stepped out of your house one day and suddenly felt a cold sharp blade against your neck.

"come quietly" he said in a low voice, his breath hitting your neck as he towered over you from behind like a dark ominous presence.

he brought you to where you used to spend countless nights with him. his small dingy apartment located at the edge of the city. when you stepped inside, you were shocked to find pictures of you all over the walls and the floor. all ripped to shreds savagely.

you looked in his eyes for the first time after 3 years. his eyes were bloodshot, his glare carrying an edge that cut deeper than any blade. yet his tears told you that he still ached for you. he stalked towards you with a blade in his hand.

"if i can't have you, no one can."