His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

"Eliza, oh Eliza, I thought you were tougher than this. Turns out, you were just as breakable. You've really done it this time, playing yourself to death. You couldn't have picked a better time, could you? You've handed Casper over to me on a silver platter. Don't worry, we'll

be happy. Just watch us from down below."

Nova pulled out her phone and dialed Casper.

Once, twice, three times no answer. By the fourth call, it went straight to voicemail.

"What's going on? I was humiliated at the engagement party. He should be here comforting me. He can't still be upset about Eliza, can he?"

Forget it.

now. After all, the dead couldn't come back. 'It's normal to grieve for a few days,' she thought. Why hold a grudge against someone who's no

two graves-one for Eliza and one reserved by Casper for himself. He had decided that in death, they would lie side by

now that she's gone, you put on this act of deep affection. Who are you trying to impress? Who even cares?" Casper seemed not to hear her, kneeling in front of the grave, carefully filling it with soil, burying Eliza's urn slowly and meticulously. His movements were earnest, focused, and tender. His dark hair was

exhaled a deep

cold air. "Do

with a bright, sweet smile. Sometimes, I wondered how such a wonderful girl existed in this world. She truly seemed

so lovely, and she was so caring. Yet, her life was so bitter. She loved you so much but never got your love in return.

constant pain...

her, nor did you ever intend to. You just used her as an outlet for your frustrations. You never planned to have a real life with her, did you? Now you grieve like this just because she died