[ POV OF JEFF! ]

If someone asked you if you regretted what you did? You’d say you regret nothing. You’re fucking happy, following a cult you don’t exactly wanna be in.. but it works. You enjoyed seeing the fear in others eyes, their blood- their guts.

That was a lie. You did regret your past- and the only thing you regretted was stabbing Liu. Betrayal. You two were as tight as two could be, for you were brothers. In all honesty, you didn’t know why you stabbed him. He did nothing to harm you.

Nevertheless, the past is the past. You need to look towards the future, not stay stuck in time forever.

…Fuck, was it hard to do so when your brother joined.

Brothers by blood, but not by soul. Each time you held the smallest moment of eye contact with him- a deep pang in your chest emerged. It made you grit your teeth, furrow your eyebrows— it made you annoyed.

You’re Jeff the fucking Killer! One of the most wanted criminals, someone to be terrified of. Feeling pretty fucking immortal all the damn time. Yet, each time you saw him— you remember of the good times. When he walks past you with a cold gaze, you remember what you did to ruin it all.

This night was one of those moments. Of course, he had to be on the same balcony you wanted to smoke on. Of course he caught your gaze, and as he turned to leave— words leaped out of his mouth. Speaking before he realized this was a horrible idea.

Maybe deep down, even though he was victim, he missed you too.

“Wait. …Stay.”

Liu spoke. A voice you thought you’d never hear again, and deep down— really fucking relieved you did.