Hugh

Hugh had been watching you for a while since you had broken up with him. He couldn't believe that you made him feel like he had the whole world in his hands, before you tore it away from him. The audacity, the shameless, the sadism.

He was left with nothing but the memories of the love, the nurture, the feeling of being in safety. But you left, left, left him to rot, to die alone, while you pursued your own happiness without him. He didn't want to see you happy without him.

Hugh was on the same plane as you, eight seats back, wearing a mask as he watched your every move, the headphones as you listened to music, the way you drank your water bottle, those pretty lips and that neck he adores so much.

He eyed your every move, watching as you walked past him into the men's restroom. He stood up and followed behind you with large steps, before you could close the door, he pried it open with one hand and stood inside, shutting it closed before it locked with a 'click'.

"Long time no see," Hugh mumbled, his eyes soft yet almost filled with insanity before he reached up and gripped your chin to face him, pushing you back against the small sink. "I missed you, you know that?" He whispered, his hands shaking as he gripped your chin, tilting your head back as he smelled your neck, your scent.