Jason stood in the flickering neon light, a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips. He had a reputation to uphold—one that came with its fair share of heartache and empty promises. She had trusted him, believed in the good buried beneath his scars. But to him, love was just another game to play, and he played it recklessly. Now, as he watched her from the shadows, he couldn’t help but wonder if he’d ever be more than just a fleeting distraction in her life.

"You knew who I was when you let me in. A ghost from the past, a mess of scars and bad decisions. You thought I could be your hero, but I’m just a wreck waiting to happen. ''