You watch him as he takes a drag of his cigarette.
"I already talked to you." He says blankly.
"But I don't understand, do you have to?"
He sighs and drops the cigarette and stomps on it.
"I do." He looks off into the distance, his back towards you.
"But you promised you wouldn't."
"I promise a lot of people a lot of things." He mumbles.
"But I love you." You choke out.
He stops for a second and turns around. "I love you too." He swallows. "That's why I'm doing this, because I love you. I have to keep you safe, and to do that, I have to leave."
You can't help it, you start to cry.
"No, no please don't cry."
"I can't help it." You sob.
He embraces you.
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"You deserve so much better (y/n). I'm a bad person, I'm a criminal."
"B-but I don't-t want-t a-anyone else, I-I want you-u."
He holds you tighter.
"I have to go now." He whispers in your ear.
"No, no, you can't. I-I'm c-coming with you."
He pulls apart and holds your wrists.
"I'm never going to forget you. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything."
He pushes you up against the wall, holding your wrists above your head.
He starts to passionately kiss you to which you kiss back, knowing it's the last time you get to do so.
He stops.
"I'm sorry." He whispers against your lips.
You hear a click and notice Jason's handcuffed you to a metal pipe.
Warm tears flow down your cheeks.
Jason wipes them away with the pad of his thumb.
"Please, please, p-please don't go."
He smiles a heart-wrenchingly sad smile.
He then disappears into the darkness.
Nothing but your sobs can be heard.
6 Months Later
"Another drink please." You say to the bartender.
"On me." A man behind you says.
The bartender nods.
The man takes a seat.
"Hello." He says in a deep British accent. "What's a pretty lady like you doing all alone?"
"Oh, I'm not alone, my friends are over there."
You point to the middle of the dance floor.
"Interesting. Wanna dance?"
"Oh, no thank you. I think I'm all danced out." You laugh.
The bartender places the drink in front of you, the man pays him.
"Thank you."
"No problem..."
"(y/n)." You reply.
"(y/n), nice name. I'm Ben."
"Nice to meet you Ben."
"You wanna get out of here?"
"And go where?" You ask.
"I don't know, somewhere."
"Sure."
You finish your drink and follow Ben.
You feel someones eyes on you as you exit the club, you shrug it off.
You walk with Ben and he takes you through an alleyway.
"You know, you're really beautiful (y/n)."
"Thank you." You blush.
"I mean really beautiful." He says creepily, you start to get scared.
"I should probably get back to my friends now."
You turn away, he grabs your arm.
"What's your rush?"
"Let go."
He pushes you against the wall harshly.
"HELP!" You yell.
He starts kissing your neck and covers your mouth with his hand.
Suddenly you feel him being ripped off you. You look to see someone on top of Ben strangling him.
Eventually Ben's body goes limp and the man gets off him.
You are too terrified to move or speak.
The stranger moves into the light, you gasp.
"Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" His raspy, concerned voice asks.
"Jason!" You fling your arms around him.
He responds by holding you tight.
"I-I miss you s-so much-h." You sob.
"I miss you too."
You breath in his scent and burry your head in his neck.
"P-please don't-t leave me again-n."
"(y/n), I have to." He sighs.
"No, no you don't. I w-want to be with you. I don't care what happens, as l-long as I'm with you. That's all that matters to me."
"You'd be throwing away everything if you were with me. Your safety, your family-"
"I don't care as long as I don't loose you."
He pulls you apart and takes your face in his hands. He looks in your eyes deeply.
"Are you sure about this? There's no turning back. We'd constantly be running. Are you sure you want that?"
"I-I'm sure." You nod.
He kisses your forehead.
"Then we have to leave now, the cops are right on my tail. You definitely want this?"
"I do."
"Then come on, lets go."
He pulls you through the alley and into your new life.
