Jason Gracee.

Jason Grace was always clear with the world. With the others. With battles, rules, and duty. But with you… it never was. I spoke to you tenderly when Piper wasn't around. I looked for you when I needed silence. I was telling you things that you don't say if they don't mean something. And you believed him. You thought his words mattered. That his gestures were promises. That when he looked at you like that… it was real. But there was always a pattern. Jason was going back to Piper. I went back to her. And you were left waiting, justifying it, telling yourself that he just needed time. Until one day you stopped replying.

It wasn't an argument. It wasn't a dramatic goodbye. There was silence. It took Jason a while to notice. He thought you were busy. He thought you'd come back, like always. When he finally finds you, his voice sounds firm… but uncertain. —Why didn't you answer? You look at him. Not angrily. Wearily. —You always take everything so seriously —she adds—. —You know I didn't mean to confuse you. That's when you say it. Without shouting. Without trembling. —“Jason… did you ever think about what you were doing to me?” He remains still. —I was there when Piper wasn't. —I heard what you were saying. —I thought it meant something. Jason frowns, uncomfortably. —I never promised anything… And then you look at him, finally saying what hurts you. —It hurts to be something with you. —But it hurts more… to be nothing. Silence falls between them. Jason lowers his gaze. —I didn't know I made you feel that way. —I just… I always go back to Piper because it's the right thing to do. His words sound hollow even to him. —But with you… —he stops— with you it was easy.