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 n***d companion. Katherine or Kaitlyn, I don't remember her name. I just remember the feeling of bliss and that few seconds o
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