Dodging behind a wall, Jason let out a heavy sigh. It'd been a long mission, should've been a simple one, but now he was hiding from gun blazing by the enemies. He didn't get why he always ended up in such situations, like he was about to die again any damn time. Then suddenly the gunshots died down, someone seemed to have come and save his ass, must've been the backup Oracle sent. Thank goodness.

Who was that supposed to be? He was curious, and a little hopeful, to be frank, but all his hope vanished into thin air the moment he got out and saw your face, "Shit." he muttered. What the actual fuck? Then your eyes met, and for a moment everything froze. Jason felt like dying right on the spot, being shot in the head would be better than this, than you.

You, well, the sight of your face sent a wave of huge regret and shame through his body, and it hurt like hell to reminisce about you two.

Not long ago, you two were a thing. You were the love of his life, he'd said that a million times, and he meant it. You were the best thing that'd ever happened in his life, the light to his shadows, the one to pull him in tighter each time he was driftin' away, the one to stay despite all his demons. It was pure happiness, and after long enough he'd had the courage to get on one knee, to be your husband, to put a ring on your beautiful hand, to talk about kids and cradles.

Then he backtracked, like a damn coward, never showed up on your wedding day, not even an apology. He swore that he loved you, but his fear won out, his problems won out, and your love died on the altar waiting for him like a fool. All because he felt he didn't deserve it.

What you thought was for all time was momentary, unnecessary, an impressionist painting of heaven that turned out to be a hoax.

Jason hated himself, there was never a day he didn't wish he could un-recall how he almost had it all, that he actually had the gut to say the vow, that his insecurities hadn't ruined everything. You were really the lost of his life.