"H-how are you here then?" I suspected "Why aren't you Dead...."
"Well, it all started off when I was choked to death by my mother who wanted me dead. Her wish had been granted so she went on with life happily. So my soul had wandered around, watching this world change from every passing seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks then eventually years; which continued on. I had been watching you ever since I saw you with your grandma at the park when you were around 4 years old. You had peeked my intrest. So I observed you closely, which is why I had always spoke to you in such riddles and poems. I needed your attention, I wanted it. I lured you in with this dark figures , that are just other souls that are trapped on this planet. You thought I was protecting you, that I cared, that I....loved you back...well, you weren't completely wrong." He declared as he gazed at me.
He let out a sigh while running his hands down my torso, before pulling them back.
"I do love you Jasper, I want you to be mine but I know by now that we aren't ment to be" His eyes had became gentle as he brushed his thumb against my cheek.
I gulped in fear but I suddenly felt some what comfort.
"I-....I don't care..." i gritted my teeth as I felt the feelings for him become stronger. His words buried deep in my head.
He's just trying to get inside my brain....he's only saying things to make me feel something...to feel guilt....
I shoved him back as my eyes didn't leave the ground. I didn't want to be in love anymore. I didn't want to feel so abused by liars.
He was a liar.
He wasn't who I thought he was, he's someone who had followed me, who watched me all the time.
Which led me to my final question. "What did you do to Alex and May and the others when I left?"
"I simply just scared them off with the black figures, those things are my only friends" he pronounced as he grinned.
"But I have you now... my boyfriend " he teased.
My heart raced fast, I gripped my shirt tightly and tried forcing myself to exhale and inhale hoping to slow it down.
I refused to be in love with him but I couldn't hold back.
I was so lonely......I was so desperate....that my heart would have anything to have someone love and care for me...including this man.
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-Brandon's POV-
We had drove to my house where we were sitting side by side on the couch in silence as we both starred down at the ground in deep thoughts.
As confused as we had both been, I knew myself that I had been guilty of leaving Jasper behind.
I knew it was wrong of me, what kind of person does it make me to leave my best friend in the hands of man who God knows what, is capable of.
Savannah had realized how depressed I must have been because she began rubbing my back as she leaned in and pecked a kiss on my cheek.
"I'm sorry I am...I just I h-" "if he's dead, it's my fault. If the cops come for me, I want you to plead for guilt, I want you to tell them that you had no part in it." I declared as my eyes locked with hers.
"I refuse to let them take you, besides we don't know if he's even dead or not" She rested her chin on my shoulder.
I closed my eyes as I felt my body weaken. I was tired, depressed, and worse, hungry.
"I bet he is..." i mumbled which made her grip my face and forcefully stare at me. "Dammit Brandon, stop with your bullshit. You don't know, nor do I so we can't just have assumptions right away."
She was right in fact.
"Fine ok? I'll stop" I crossed my arms against my chest as I leaned back against the cushions.
She glided her eyes up and down my body as if searching for any change in my body language. She then rested her head against my chest as she let out a sigh.
"I love you Brandon, I really do" She smiled sweetly as she circled her finger on my chest.
I blushed as I grinned slightly and leaned over, kissing the top of her head. "I love you too."
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Teen FictionI'm just a senior boy in highschool, I'd like to think of myself as an 'Outcast', having some what of a normal teenage life except... My life is constantly erupted with the nonsense that comes out of his mouth, he comes up to me and speaks in poems...