28 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 her.

To get past that numbing feeling of pure silence that fell upon me and hadn't left me ever since she declined me for Clinton.

Clinton.