A love to die for.

Prologue

That faithful night.

It was the 21st of January 2017. I remember it as if it were the best day of my life. It was, in fact, the worst day. Jackson and I were driving home from a party and I was pretty drunk, to say the least.

* "Your mom is going to kill me if she finds you in this state." he laughed about my drunkenly behavior. "Pff, please. If she ever looked at me at all Trust me, she won't be able to tell the difference between whether I'm sober or drunk." I whisper. I, immediately, have killed the mood tonight. He softly put his hand on my knee and my bad mood makes place for a warm feeling within my heart. Jackson, he truly is the love of my life. I'm so lucky with him. We are driving through the woods back from a party.

I kiss him on his cheek. He cautiously, since we are still driving, looks my way. With a smile as big as mine. "You know I love you, right?" he asks. I nod, knowing that my eyes were full of love. "I love you too, Jackson." I keep smiling. How could I ever stop smiling when he was there, in my life. Jackson? He is my world. He is my smile, breathe, heartbeat. My blood that keeps rushing through my veins. Yeah, I was so drunk that I was thinking the most cliché things.

"Urgh. I'm so gonna have a hangover tomorrow." I sigh. I rub at the side of my head. "Yeah well, that's what you get when you do tequila shots. It's called karma, love." He laughs. I hated how he could always keep himself in tone at parties. Whereas, when I am at a party, I have no control over myself and keep drinking, even when he tries to stop me from doing so.

"It's called painful." I murmur grumpy. He laughs again and I can't help but join him. Oh that laugh. That damn laugh. *

The events that have occurred, or not have occurred -who knows? - that night has made me to who I am now. A mess is what they call it nowadays. Just listen to Bebe Rexha and she'll tell you that I'm right. I was probably her inspiration for that song, even though we never met, of course. We just have some telekinetic power which makes us able to read each other's minds.

Of course I still have hope that Jackson will return in my arms, all safe and sound. But Im no fool. I know that people who have been missing for so long, who have been missing for a year, will almost never return. And, if they do, it will most likely be in a body bag.

So, as much as I wish -and I truly do- that Jackson will return, I cant imagine that day will ever appear.