PART - II

JASON'S POV

It's been five years. 

Five years since I saw her, five years since I heard her laughter, five years since I left for good.

She never came back to me. 

Not when I left, not now or ever since that fateful evening she was at my apartment; staring off into the space. I could practically see her soul dying on my floor.

Clinton's voice booming through my penthouse, loud and raging like a faint noise in the background as my ears ringed with the dead silence of Justine's colorless face.

Her face, pale and ashen as if she had seen a ghost. Body paralysed as she stared off into the distance behind me. A few seconds later I realized she's looking at my half naked companion.

Katherine or Kaitlyn, I don't remember her name. I just remember the feeling of bliss and that few seconds of euphoria, anything to forget he