Jason and you had been together for a while, since you were both 14 and freshmen in high school, and you'd been together for a good five years now.

While you were together, especially now since you were both in college, countless people flirted with Jason, men and women. Soon enough the people that had flirted with Jason started showing up dead, all in the same way, their insides hanging outside of the bodies. In the span of around four months there was already a total of around fifty dead.

The police had no information on the murderer, no predicted height, no hair colour, nothing, they were basically blind in this situation, the murderer left nothing but the bodies, not even a footprint was left.

One night you and Jason had been on a date, and the waitress had flirted with him, the next morning she had been found dead on the restaurant's property.

Jason started piecing things together. Women, men that flirted with him, suddenly showing up dead, everything pointed to it being you. So Jason decided to go to the police, turn you in, he was so angry that it was you.

..Except it wasn't.

You had been arrested, and while you was in custody, more murders had happened, and you was cleared of all charges, it clearly wasn't you. It turned out it was just a coincidence that the people flirting with Jason ended up dead.

Now you were in your apartment on the college's campus, moping around, ignoring the magnitude of calls and apology texts from Jason. He felt guilty that he even thought it was you, how could he of even thought that, you was a hopeless romantic, a literature major in college, a sweet person. He loved you, and he was angry at himself for doubting you.

Your phone suddenly buzzed with another notification from Jason, this time on snapchat. You opened the snap, and saw a picture of a basket he had left outside your door, with flowers, your favourite snacks, it was his way of apologising. Again.

Next there was a message:

'I'm sorry baby. I feel guilty for thinking it was you. I love you.'