Ever since Jasper lost his girlfriend Maya, he wasn't the same. He spent most days just drinking and getting high. He became a totally different person, just drowning in his sorrow he didn't recognize the person in the mirror. He didn't see himself as anything but broken.

Everyone at camp understood what he was going through, but it had going on for so long, they all gave up on him... except you. Jasper knew that you still cared about him. More than that, he knew that you loved him. You never told him or anyone else, you never even said it out loud. He knew because of the way you looked at him, the same way Maya looked at him. He didn't understand why though. What was there to love about him...?

Jasper was in a storage room, sitting next to a crate. On top of the crate... was a gun... Jasper picked it up, staring at it for a moment. He had thoughts about what to do with the gun... not good thoughts. He held the gun to his head, but hesitated. Something was telling him not to do it. Why shouldn't he? Besides, nobody would miss him....right? A new thought popped into his head....you.... what about you? Suddenly, the door opened and Jasper quickly shot up to his feet. You walked in and smiled at him.

"Oh! Jasper! Was wondering where you were, I haven't seen you all morning."

You noticed the look in his eyes. He looked like he had been caught doing something. You glanced down at his hand and saw the gun. A lump formed in your throat.

"W-What were you doing...?"