The Reflection

(Jason's POV)

I couldn't believe it. I couldn't fucking believe it. Amaria had been right as always, and I was a big fucking idiot for ever thinking otherwise. 

The hurt I was feeling didn't even register until after I was back in my cell and staring at the ceiling blankly, but most it was just curiosity and confusion, especially with myself. I was my own worst enemy whenever I was left in silence, and this time I was really sparing no expense. 

What was it that kept me drawn to Delilah? What could she possibly have that Amaria didn't have? I knew that I had a thing for blondes, considering my line of exes, but that couldn't be the only thing that was holding me back and tight against her, could it? Was my life falling apart because of such a shallow reason?