Jay Jay's POV
The music was loud.
The lights were wild.
But the moment I turned and saw him—
everything inside me… cracked.
Jason.
Standing right there like nothing ever happened. Like he didn't leave. Like he didn't take a part of me with him.
"Hi, darling…" he said, that same familiar smirk on his lips. "…you've become more hot and sexy than before."
For a second, I couldn't speak.
My chest tightened painfully, like my heart remembered him before my mind could stop it.
Memories hit all at once—late-night calls, stolen laughs, the way he used to look at me like I was everything.
I swallowed hard, forcing my face back into something unreadable.
"Still using the same lines?" I said, voice controlled. "Thought New York would've upgraded you by now."
Saying it felt like a shield.
But underneath, my hands felt cold, slightly trembling.
I hated how easily he pulled reactions out of me.
I hated that a part of me still cared.
He stepped closer. "Didn't need to. They still work."
My heartbeat picked up without permission.
I could feel the space between us shrinking, suffocating.
Every instinct told me to walk away—
but my feet didn't move.
"Not on me," I replied.
"Yeah?" his voice dropped. "Then why haven't you walked away yet?"
That question hit deeper than it should've.
Because I didn't have an answer.
Because the truth would've made me look weak.
Because I couldn't walk away.
Then he pulled me close to him "let's dance" his hands on my waist.
After sometime, I took a step back
—
"You left me."
The words slipped out before I could stop them.
The moment they did, my throat tightened.
All the nights I waited, all the unanswered questions rushed back in one wave.
It felt like reopening a wound that never really healed.
My eyes burned—but I refused to let anything fall.
"Without a word. Without an explanation," I continued, voice sharper now. "I thought what we had was pure… genuine."
It hurt to say it out loud.
Because I meant every word.
Because I had believed in us—completely, blindly.
And he had disappeared like it meant nothing.
Jason's expression changed. The smirk faded.
"I was forced to do that," he said quietly. "But believe me… now I'm back. Powerful. And I'll fight for you."
For a second—just a second—my heart wanted to believe him.
It sounded like the Jason I used to know.
The one who promised things and made them feel real.
But reality hit just as fast.
"I don't believe you."
My voice came out colder than I felt.
Because believing him again? That would destroy me.
Because I couldn't survive being left like that twice.
Because trust wasn't something he could just walk back into.
—
I grabbed a drink. Then another. Then another.
The burn in my throat felt better than the ache in my chest.
Each sip dulled the memories just a little.
Each glass made everything blur—him, the past, the pain.
And I didn't want to feel any of it anymore.
"Jay, stop," he said, grabbing my wrist lightly.
His touch—
God.
It sent a familiar shock through me.
The kind I used to crave.
The kind I now wanted to ignore.
But my heart reacted anyway.
"Leave it," I pulled my hand away.
"Look at me," he insisted. "What happened to you? Why are you acting like something big… something bad happened when I wasn't there?"
That question—
It hit too close.
Because something did happen.
Because everything had changed.
Because I wasn't the same girl he left behind.
"You don't get to ask that," I said quietly.
—
And then—
a fist
A sudden impact.
Jason staggered slightly as Keifer's punch landed.
"Stay away from her!"
Keifer.
Of course.
Everything inside me snapped again—but this time, differently.
Frustration. Anger. Exhaustion.
Too many emotions at once.
Too much happening at once.
Jason straightened slowly, rolling his jaw, then let out a low chuckle.
"You really just did that?" he said, looking at Keifer like this was almost amusing.
"Try it again," Keifer stepped closer, voice dangerous, "and I won't miss next time."
Jason smirked, unfazed. "You're bold for someone who has no idea who he's dealing with."
"I don't need to know you," Keifer snapped.
"I just need to know you're bad news for her."
Jason's eyes flickered to me for a split second—then back to Keifer.
"Bad news?" he repeated, almost mocking.
"You think I'm the problem here?"
"I don't think," Keifer said coldly. "I know."
Jason let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head.
"Funny," he muttered. "You really think you're protecting her."
"I am protecting her."
"From what?" Jason stepped closer now, his tone dropping. "From someone who actually knows her?"
Keifer's jaw tightened. "Stay. Away."
Jason tilted his head slightly, then smiled—slow, sharp.
"Why would I hurt her?"
A pause.
Then—
"I love her."
My breath caught.
That word.
Love.
It hit me harder than the punch did him.
It dragged memories out of places I tried to bury.
It made everything feel messy again—unclear, unstable.
And for a second, I didn't know what to feel.
Jason's gaze shifted to me, softer now.
"Right, darling?"
Darling.
That name.
The one he always used.
The one that used to make me smile without thinking.
The one that now felt like a mix of comfort… and pain.
Then he looked back at Keifer.
"Wait…" he frowned slightly. "You don't know about us?"
Keifer's brows pulled together. "What us?"
Jason's smirk returned—this time more dangerous.
"Me and her. We were in a relationship."
Silence.
Heavy.
Keifer looked at me—searching, questioning, almost demanding an answer.
My heart pounded loudly in my chest.
I could feel both of them waiting.
I could feel the past and present colliding right in front of me.
And I didn't say anything.
Jason noticed.
And pushed further.
"I was her first," he added casually. "First hug, first kiss, first everything… maybe more."
My chest tightened.
Not just because of what he said—
but because of how easily he said it.
Like it still belonged to him.
"You motherf—"
Keifer stepped forward again, rage clear in every movement—
But before he could hit him—
I moved.
Fast.
My hand grabbed Jason's arm, pulling him slightly behind me.
"Stop it!"
My voice cut through everything.
I could feel Jason's warmth under my fingers.
Familiar. Dangerous. Confusing.
It grounded me and unbalanced me at the same time.
"You're taking his side?" Keifer's voice dropped, disbelief clear.
For a second—
I hesitated.
My chest felt tight, like I couldn't breathe properly.
Because I knew what this looked like.
Because I knew this would hurt him.
Because I wasn't even sure if I was doing the right thing.
But then—
I hardened.
"Yes."
The word came out firm.
My heart hurt the moment I said it.
There was guilt there—sharp and immediate.
But there was also anger, stronger, louder.
And I chose to let that lead instead.
"At least he didn't pretend to care and then control everything," I added.
Keifer flinched slightly.
"And honestly?" I continued, my voice colder now—
"Jason is far more better than you."
Saying it felt wrong.
It felt like crossing a line I couldn't come back from.
But a part of me wanted to hurt him.
Wanted him to feel even a fraction of what I felt before.
Keifer stared at me.
Hurt. Shock. Something breaking behind his eyes.
"Is that really what you think?" he asked quietly.
I didn't answer immediately.
Because the truth wasn't simple.
Because I was confused, overwhelmed, emotional.
Because right now—I wasn't choosing logic.
"I think," I said slowly, "you don't get to decide anything for me anymore."
Silence.
That was it.
The final push.
—
I tightened my grip on Jason's hand.
He glanced at me, surprised—but didn't say anything.
"Come on," I muttered.
And I pulled him with me.
Walking past Keifer.
Past everything.
Without looking back.
Keifer POV
I was already exhausted before I even walked into that club.
The hospital.
Her.
Everything that happened there.
It had already drained me.
I wasn't thinking straight.
I wasn't calm.
I wasn't okay.
—
And then I saw her.
—
At first… I didn't believe it was Jay.
There was a girl standing above the crowd—on the dance floor—owning the entire room.
Short black dress.
Black high heels.
Long hair falling freely down her back.
Every movement sharp, confident… dangerous.
She didn't just walk—she commanded attention.
She didn't just exist—she dominated.
—
Powerful.
Untouchable.
Like fire you shouldn't go near… but can't stop staring at.
—
And for a second—
I just stood there.
Frozen.
Because that wasn't the Jay I knew.
The girl from the hospital… broken, quiet, hurting—
This girl?
She looked like she could destroy anyone who tried to touch her.
—
And somehow…
that made her even more mesmerizing.
—
My chest tightened.
Not just because she looked beautiful—
But because she looked like she didn't need anyone.
Not me.
Not anymore.
—
Then I saw him.
Jason.
—
My expression hardened instantly.
Of course it had to be him.
Out of everyone—
him.
—
He was standing too close.
Watching her like he already knew her.
Like he had a right to.
—
No.
That didn't sit right.
—
Jason was my enemy.
Always had been.
The kind of person who didn't do anything without a reason.
Calculated. Dangerous.
—
So why was he here?
Why her?
—
A thought hit me—sharp, immediate.
He's using her.
To get to me.
—
Of course.
That made sense.
That had to be it.
—
My jaw clenched.
Because there was no way—
no way my Jay would be connected to someone like him.
—
But then—
it got worse.
—
He touched her.
Hand on her waist.
Pulling her closer.
—
And she didn't stop him.
—
My chest burned.
Jealousy—raw, aggressive, uncontrollable—hit all at once.
—
She was dancing with him now.
Close.
Too close.
Like they'd done this before.
Like it wasn't new.
Like it was familiar.
—
And I hated that.
I hated how natural it looked.
I hated how easily he fit next to her.
I hated how she didn't push him away the way she pushed me.
—
Why him?
Why not me?
—
She was smiling.
Laughing.
Alive.
—
And that hurt more than anything.
Because with me—
she was cold.
Distant.
Guarded.
—
But with him?
It looked effortless.
—
My fists clenched.
Harder this time.
Because something didn't make sense.
—
The way he looked at her—
that wasn't just interest.
That wasn't just attraction.
—
That was personal.
—
And then—
everything clicked.
I was not longer able to control my jealousy, my aggregation. Without even I minute, my first was on his face and he was on the ground.
Then, there was the point where I couldn't believe was I heard
—
"I love her."
—
The words echoed in my head like a gunshot.
—
Love?
—
I stared at him.
Then at her.
Then back at him.
—
No.
No way.
—
Then he said it.
Clear.
Simple.
Final.
—
"We were in a relationship."
—
Something inside me broke.
Actually broke.
—
My chest felt hollow.
Like the ground just disappeared under me.
Like I had just realized there was a whole part of her life I knew nothing about.
—
He was her past.
Not just anyone—
someone important.
—
Someone who had a place in her life before I ever did.
—
And suddenly—
everything made sense.
The way they moved.
The way they looked at each other.
The way she didn't push him away.
—
Because he wasn't a stranger.
—
He was hers.
Or at least…
he used to be.
—
But how?
—
My mind started racing.
Fast.
Confused.
Trying to make sense of something that didn't add up.
—
Jason lived in New York.
I knew that.
—
So how did Jay know him?
How did she meet him?
When?
Where?
—
It didn't make sense.
None of it did.
—
Unless—
—
Another thought hit me.
Slower this time.
Heavier.
—
Was this the one Percy was talking about?
—
The one from her past.
The one he never fully explained.
—
My jaw tightened.
Because if that was true—
then this wasn't just some random connection.
—
This was something real.
Something deep.
Something I didn't understand.
—
And I hated that I didn't understand it.
—
Because it meant—
there were parts of her life I was never part of.
Parts I couldn't reach.
Parts that still belonged to someone else.
—
To him.
—
And that—
that hurt more than the punch I threw.
—
But it didn't stop me.
—
Because no matter what he was to her—
past or not—
I wasn't letting him near her like that.
—
Not without a fight.
I wasn't even thinking anymore.
Because seeing them like that—
It felt like something inside me was being ripped apart.
—
Now I stood there.
Still.
Watching the door she just walked out of.
With him.
"I was her first… first hug, first kiss, first everything… maybe more."
—
The words didn't just land—
they hit.
Like something sharp, precise, meant to cut deep.
—
For a second—
I didn't react.
Didn't move.
Didn't breathe.
—
Because my mind refused to process it.
Refused to accept it.
Refused to believe that those words could be real.
—
But they were.
—
My chest tightened so suddenly it felt like something inside me snapped.
Not cracked—snapped. Clean. Irreversible.
Like everything I thought I had with her just got replaced in a single sentence.
Like I had been standing on something solid… and it was never there to begin with.
—
First.
—
That word kept echoing.
Over and over.
Louder each time.
—
First smile.
First touch.
First everything.
—
And it wasn't me.
—
A sharp, burning jealousy twisted through my chest, spreading faster than I could control.
It wasn't just anger—it was something uglier, deeper, something I didn't recognize in myself.
The thought of him having those moments with her—moments I never got—felt unbearable.
Like I was losing a competition I didn't even know I was part of… and I was already too late.
—
My eyes went to her.
Jay.
—
She didn't deny it.
Didn't interrupt.
Didn't stop him.
—
And that silence—
said everything.
—
Something heavy settled inside me, like a truth I didn't want was forcing its way in.
Because if she didn't deny it… then it was real.
If she didn't stop him… then it mattered.
And if it mattered… then he wasn't just her past—he was a part of her I could never replace.
—
I clenched my fists.
Hard.
My knuckles turned white, but I didn't feel it.
—
All I felt—
was him.
And those words.
—
How easily he said it.
Like he owned those memories.
Like they still belonged to him.
—
And maybe they did.
—
That realization hit like a slow, suffocating weight pressing down on my chest.
Because no matter what I did now… I could never be her first.
I could never have those moments the way he did—pure, untouched, before everything else.
And it made me feel like I was standing in the shadow of something I could never outgrow.
—
"You motherf—"
The words left my mouth before I could stop them.
Because I couldn't take it anymore.
Because hearing it—seeing it—feeling it—
was too much.
—
I stepped forward.
Ready to hit him again.
Ready to shut him up.
Ready to erase that smirk from his face.
—
But the truth was—
this wasn't just about him.
—
It was about what he had.
What I didn't.
What I might never have.
—
And that realization tore through me in a way I couldn't explain.
It wasn't loud—it wasn't explosive—it was quiet and devastating.
Like something breaking slowly inside me, piece by piece, without any way to stop it.
And no matter how strong I tried to act, I felt it—completely, painfully, undeniably.
—
Then she moved.
Jay.
—
Her hand grabbing his arm.
Pulling him back.
Choosing him.
—
And that—
that hurt more than anything he said.
—
Because in that moment, it wasn't about the past anymore.
It wasn't about firsts.
—
It was about now.
—
And right now—
she was standing with him.
Not me.
—
My chest felt heavy—like something was pressing down on it.
Every breath felt harder than it should've been, like even breathing reminded me of what just happened.
There was this deep, aching emptiness inside me, like I lost something I didn't even realize I couldn't live without.
And no matter how much I tried to stay strong, the truth was—I felt completely broken.
—
Her words echoed in my head.
"Jason is far more better than you."
—
I clenched my fists.
Not in anger this time.
In pain.
—
"She chose him…" I whispered to myself.
—
But even then—
even after everything—
I couldn't hate her.
I couldn't walk away.
—
Because the truth was—
"I love you, Jay…"
—
The words slipped out quietly.
And they hurt.
But they were real.
—
I closed my eyes for a second.
Trying to hold myself together.
Trying not to fall apart right there.
—
"I'll win you back," I muttered under my breath.
No hesitation.
No doubt.
Just determination.
—
"I'll earn your trust again."
Even if it takes everything.
Even if she pushes me away.
Even if she chooses someone else right now.
—
"I'm not giving up on you."
—
Because some things—
you don't walk away from.
—
And she…
was one of them.
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