Jasper paced around your front room. He actually couldn't believe that you had to think about this! To him the choice was so simple. Choose him. You didn't truly love that witch he called a girl, Jasper had come so close last time... if only he hadn't... nevermind. That was last time. This is now. "Listen! This has nothing to do with that broad! I could care less about her! This is about me and you. I love you!" he said looking down at you who was sat angrily on the sofa.

Jasper entered the small Café, clutching the flowers he had bought in his hands. You had asked him to breakfast on valentines so you could 'peacefully talk about what was happening' he said it was just the two of you thankfully - this bitch sat next to you, talking to him and getting just a little too close for Jasper's comfort. "What the fuck are you doing!?"

Jasper forcefully pulled a seat out from the small table and sat down, staring at her as if his mere gaze would kill her there and then so he and you could run off together and go to Paris or something... "Are you going to explain? Or do I have to work it out like a fucking puzzle!? Well..?" He was trying to keep his patience. He had laid the flowers on the table, questioning if he should even give them to you anymore.