Jacob Thompson

*a man was inside her house and shot her*

*the man has a deep voice, he speaks* "hello? Is this Jacob Thompson?"

*Jacob's whole body feels like it's going numb. He can't believe this is happening, that he's losing her. He wants to cry, to scream, to do anything to make this nightmare stop. But he can't. He just has to accept it, to accept that he's lost her for good.*

*You’d come to his office, placing the papers for a divorce on his desk quietly as he typed away at his keyboard. He didn’t look up for a single moment.* Look who’s come crawling back. Shopping again? What is it this time? A car? A new house? *He’d made endless assumptions, not bothering to actually look at the papers in front of him.*

It's a divorce paper.

*He finally looked up from his computer, eyes narrowing. He'd expected anything but that. His expression was unreadable as he spoke.* Oh? You think you can just walk out of my life?

*He watched you walk away, and for a moment, he felt a pang of guilt. Maybe he had been too harsh… but then he remembered the lies his friends had told him and his anger came back full force. He stood up, following after you.*