JASON
You walk down the streets of Rosewood, admiring how it looks in the late fall. The hundreds of leaves that are scattered amongst the street, the decorations and the all around feeling of your hometown this time of year provided you with some sort of warmth.
Your mom has sent you into town to get some items for Thanksgiving dinner. You were bundled up in a large, oversized sweater, jeans and boots to shield you from the chilly air.
You're walking down the street, no more than 5 feet away from the store when you spot Jason, your ex boyfriend as of just last week. Sure, your heart is still shattered and will be for a long time but you have to move on.
You quickly whisk past him and into the store, rushing into a random aisle. You try to control your heavy and ragged breathing by letting your eyes examine the items on the shelves.
"Y/N?" you hear a familiar voice speak. You try to ignore it, tell yourself it's just in your head when you know that the voice is in fact real and so is the person it's coming from. You turn around, hair messy from the wind that is outside, eyes watery from the tears that were threatening to fall.
"What do you want?" you ask, your voice hoarse and raspy. His mouth opens as if he were about to speak but he catches himself, a sigh escaping his parted lips. You look down, shaking your head at how ridiculous this situation is. "What Jason?" you ask, secretly wishing he will stumble over his words again so you can hang on them just a little longer, so you can hear his voice just a little while longer.
"D-do you ever think about me?" he finally manages to say. His voice sounds low, broken. You want to hug him, hold him tight and whisper that everything will be okay but you can't do that when you're unsure if everything will be okay.
You sigh and shake your head in disbelief. You can't even wrap your head around the fact that Jason would ask such a question. What are you supposed to say? No? Because that would be an outright lie.
"Yes," you begin. Jason's eyes light up just the smallest amount and for the shortest time. Like when you pull Christmas lights out of the box and it's been years and you plug them in only for a few bulbs to flicker on and off. "But not in the way you'd think. I think of you when I smell whiskey. I think of you when I feel the the burn in my chest from crying all night, I think of you when a good day suddenly turns into a bad day because I found one of your t-shirts in my closet. So yeah Jason, I do think of you."
His gaze shifts to the floor, a blank expression plastered on his face. A single tear slides down his cheek and lands on the tile floor. He looks up and the look in his eyes is something that will forever be etched in your mind.
"I-I'm sorry Y/N. I'm sorry that I hurt you, that I broke you." he apologizes.
"You know what? You did break me, but I'm going to fix myself to spite you, so that when I do, you can see how much you fucked up."
You rush away, ignoring the tears that are falling down your cheek. You also ignore the stares you receive from cashiers and shoppers and little children.
You run the whole way home, your breath uneven and labored. Your chests aches and so do your lungs.
You'll always love Jason, always. That's not apart of the problem. The problem is he did something close to unforgivable. So yeah, you will think of him, just not in the way he wants you to.
