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"Hello Jasmine."

He's back. His face was all this time like a melody to me; it won't leave my head and it never will.

The guy I thought I'd never see ever again is standing right in front of me. I hoped I would ever see him back again, but not like this. This wasn't supposed to happen. He's not supposed to be here.

This can't be happening right now. I don't even realise that I'm staring at him for straight a minute long. He's doing exactly the same but I can't tell what he's thinking. What the hell is going on?

Both of us stay quiet. We don't show any emotion. The way he's looking at me feels strange. He looks at me like I'm a total stranger. It makes me feel empty and cold. It kinda scares me. It feels all so detached. Like, he's so close but it feels like he's 1000 miles away. He's so close but also so far away at the same time.

I'm so confused and don't get this anymore. This has to be a joke. Yes, that's it! It's a joke. That will explain everything. But sadly I know it isn't a joke. This is real life and in this world shit got real.

Maybe, just maybe, he doesn't remember me. But something tells me he does. He knows exactly who I am. And if he doesn't then I know enough.

I don't know what to do but it seems like he does. Suddenly he pushes me away to walk past me. With raised eyebrows I look at him. He can't just push me away. Oh wait, he can. Since I'm a slut every stupid guy can do whatever the fuck he wants with me.

I don't even feel like saying something. Even if I wanted to I don't know what I would want to say. I guess there is nothing to say. What happened to him? It feels like I don't know him at all. And you know, maybe that's true. Maybe I don't know him. Obviously, he doesn't think about me anymore.

Bryce seems to be happy about our special guest visiting us. As long as he can earn money he is always happy. "Jason!" He says with a big smile on his face. The mention of his name makes my stomage twist and my head spin. It feels like my whole world is crashing down on me. All the broken pieces I tried to put together are falling apart again.

Jason, Jason McCann. Jason as in my best friend. Well, ex best friend. He wasn't just my best friend. To me, he was so much more. He was the world to me. He was the only light I had ever seen in the dark because I fell in love with him.

I fell in love with my best friend. My story started with him and now he's here. I just keep standing there, not knowing what to do.

It's hard to hear his name after such a long time. It hurts. It's killing me. The worst part of it all is that I'm killing myself more than he does.

It's even worser that he looks like heaven and I'm feeling like hell. He doesn't know what he's doing to me even though he's doing nothing at all.

I have thought about him the entire time. Every night when I can't sleep he always creeps into my mind and then most of the time I fall asleep with a sad smile across my face because I miss him so much.

I used to wish to see him again. It seems like my wish just came true, but I didn't see it coming. Not at all. I take it all back. I don't want to see him like this. And most important of all, I don't want him to see me like this.

Even in situations like this I blame myself for everything. That's because I feel like it all is my fault. I always blame myself for everything and then I start wondering; why do I hate myself for something somebody else did to me?