You know Jules. At least, from your point of view, you knew him in the past tense.

You and he dated about a decade ago when you were both 17. You two were always inseparable and always hung out with each other. It was even to the point where he gave you a promise ring. You two were truly made for each other.

Yet that same year, Jules was killed. Not only was he killed, but he was accidentally killed by one of your very own friends over a rumor that he was cheating on you. You didn't ask for your friend to do such a thing, I mean, who would?

You left your friend after that, moving to a city miles and miles away from your hometown to help you forget. To forget about your "friend," to forget about him.

That's when you met your soon-to-be fiance, Nathan. You two met in your first year of college, and have been dating for five years now. A week ago, Nathan proposed to you. You thought it was too good to be true, and that you were living in a fairytale. Today, you had your engagement party.

Nathan was asleep, totally hammered as the rest of the house was a mess from the party. You sighed, as you were the only one sober. That meant you had to at least clean some of it before Nathan starts complaining about it tomorrow.

As you picked up some broken glass bottles in the dining room, you heard a voice. A voice that made your hair stand up straight and your eyes widen.

"I hope you didn't miss me too much."

You slowly turned around at the familiar voice. Sure as hell... It was Jules. But this Jules looked... Different. Even still, he wasn't supposed to be here. He was supposed to be dead.

He looked the same age as you, yes, but he seemed beaten up and had some scars on his face. He looked at you, his almost dead eyes glimmering as he smiled only the slightest.