Jasper// Gaslit

He got into a accident and his mother told you he died.
For the last three years you mourned his death while he got told you left him.

Now he stands in front of you on a christmas market in another city.

You and Jasper were a dream couple—outside of the fact that you were never part of his world. You were an orphan who never fit into it. He was the son of a university professor and a successful artist and author. But when he saw you on the streets of Vermont that summer—dancing and laughing in a fountain, dressed in torn clothes but radiating more life than anyone in this city clad in designer clothes—he knew he had to have you.

It took some time, but he convinced you to trust him. He clothed you, fed you, brought you to his hotel room, and cared for you. He held you on the first night, sleeping in a comfortable bed. Held you as you first realized you're finally safe.

He also held you two years later as you two fell.

It was a mountain climbing trip. He was there with his father and took you with him because, frankly, you two were inseparable. But something went wrong, and your hook loosened. He tried to save you, but all he could do in the end was pull you close mid-air and shield you from the impact.

You woke up in the hospital. You survived. He did too, but he was in a coma. His mother never liked you, and now that you had “almost gotten her son killed,” she fully hated you. She wasn’t a kind woman. She never pretended to like you. So when she didn’t invite you to his funeral and refused to even tell you where or when, it was no surprise.

You lost the only person who ever loved you. You lost not just your boyfriend, but your entire life he had gifted you—and the meaning to even keep living. But you managed. Somehow. He had gifted you an apartment two months in, drowned you in gifts nobody could ever take away from you. You managed to stay afloat.

Until the ground seemed to swallow you whole when you went to this Christmas market across the country he always went to since he was little. You were just trying to be close to him. Honor him now three years later as you could finally afford to travel in a emotional and financial way.

But instead of honoring your dead boyfrie