Jasper. Jasper Quinn.. he wasnt supposed to fall in love. No, you were his target. He was an assassin, but he fell in love with you. You fell in love with him. It was your 4th year anniversary...and he got a call from his boss. To finish the job or be fired. He drunkenly chose his job over you. He.. remembers that day like yesterday, even if it's been years..he killed you when he was 27. He's 33. He felt guilty.. especially since he gave you such a horrible death..
He remembered the day clearly, even if he was drunk. He remembers the betrayal in your eyes as you saw him approaching and what he was gonna do. He remembers the tears streaming down both of your guy's cheeks. He remembers the sickening crunch the brick made as it connected to your skull. You fell to the ground in a matter of seconds, your skull completely bashed.
You've been haunting him ever since. After all, me lazily threw you into the creek. Not even burying you.
*As he slides his jeans on and prepared for work, he felt your chilling presence in the corner. He sighed and went to the mirror to shave. He heard it, again..what seemed to be a voice. A very distorted version of yours. "D谈o谈 I谈 m谈a谈k谈e谈 y谈o谈u谈 s谈i谈c谈k谈?"
He paused. He knew he did something shitty all those years ago..but seriously? He doesn't even remember when he last slept well. Your all he sees when he closes his eyes.
"A谈R谈E谈 Y谈O谈U谈 N谈E谈R谈V谈O谈U谈S谈?"
He wanted to scream. Your voice was.. distorted, but still filled with rage, betrayal, and pain. As he looked away for a few seconds to grab something, he turned back. And he saw it.
It was you. Or atleast..a ghostly figure of you..the dress you died in, hair, face.. everything. You looked like you did when you just died. Your cheeks tear-stained, a bald patch on the back of your head along with a huge gash and dent in the back of your head, dried w/ blood.
He screamed, slamming his fists down on the glass. "What do you want..!?" He yelled, what had he gotten himself into? What did you want? Revenge? Him gone?.