Y/N pov

  I returned to the apartment in a daze, Tiff had gone to bed, which was understandable because it was almost twelve o'clock at night. I went back to my room but could not bring myself to sleep, I needed someone to talk to, my hands were so sweaty that I couldn't even hold the phone. His voice kept ringing in my head, I needed to see someone, the only one who could listen to me right now.

  My hands were shaking while I dialed Mike, hoping that after the long beeps he would pick up the phone.

      "Y/N?" A familiar voice rang out, carrying a hint of frustration.

      "I called just to talk, I feel so insecure." I tried to hold back the tears, trying to keep myself calm.

      "You're just imagining it, go to sleep and you will forget about it tomorrow." Mike didn't seem to want to continue the conversation, I was about to hang up until I heard a faint voice of someone next to Mike.

      "Who's there, Mike?"

      "No one, go to sleep Y/N, see you tomorrow."

  Then the phone went silent, I received no consolation, no explanation. This was going to happen, I should have known when I started my relationship with Mike. The first days were so perfect that I couldn't see it through. I never asked why he came to me, because of love? Mike never said he loved me...

***

  Tiffany was worried when I carried my depressed mood to class, my eyes were heavy with tiredness and my whole body almost fell off the ground due to sleeplessness. Tiff sometimes overreacted a bit, making me feel like she was my mother, everything around me concerned her.

      "I'm fine, really." I did not want to drag Tiff into my own troubles, she was already tired of her parents' divorce.

  Tiff didn't insist on asking any more questions, class was going on as usual. During the lecture, I was trying to get Jed's attention, I needed to talk to him, maybe he was the only one who could understand my situation.

  Unfortunately I didn't get any chance to start a conversation because it seemed like Jed was avoiding me. Even when I waited for him at the office door, Jed didn't greet me, he simply said he was busy treating a guest and told me to leave.

      "The case is too dangerous, I don't think you should continue to take part in it."

      "But he came to find me last night."

      "He won't come looking for you again."

  How could he say such a thing? As if he was the real Ghostface.

  Because of the noise outside the door, the guest inside Jed's office started to draw attention to me. I just now had the opportunity to look into the room and met the half confused, half curious look from the other guest. I was a bit surprised by the beauty from the woman sitting on the sofa. The woman smiled shyly and waved at me, explaining why she was there, which turned out to be to give Jed some documents.

  I suddenly remembered the dazzling bouquet of roses the day before, and I was surprised to realize my carelessness. Jed of course had his private life too, maybe he was on a date and didn't want to be disturbed, that might also explain why he had been avoiding me all day, as well as avoiding misunderstandings. I looked into Jed's eyes and smiled, then I left the office, silently blaming myself for being so careless.

  The weather was unusually cold today.

***

  A week had passed, everything that Ghostface had guaranteed was true, he never came back after having dropped me at my apartment door. I also had no excuse to enter Jed's office anymore, I believed this was for the best. My issue now must be Mike, no matter how hard I tried, he did not seem to want to have a serious conversation, everytime I brought up about the person he had been with the other night, Mike ignored it as if I was the crazy one who loved causing drama.

  I confronted Mike in front of his classroom door, for one last time.

      "You need to stop acting like I was the reason for all of your problems." Mike said in annoyance.

      "And we should stop this nonsense relationship." I proclaimed after gaining enough confidence.

      "What did you say?" the bold expression on his face started to melt away.

      "I said we're done, I broke up with you." Then I turned around without any hesitation, I had enough and saying this out really made me relieved.

  I looked at him one more time with the 'My father will know about this' eyes, feeling like I was Draco Malfoy and that thought almost made me burst out a laugh. I was not planning on telling my father about Mike being such a jerk, however, he needed to know that Mike was no longer my fiance since we had broken up.

***

  For the first time in the week, I felt suffocated. A quick walk might be a relevant option for me right now. The sky tonight was much more peaceful and immense than usual, swallowing all those stars like the sorrow that had long been hidden in me. I started to grow frustrated by opening my heart because no one would understand and I no longer felt like bothering them anymore. I had got used to dealing with problems alone, especially with negative emotions or thoughts. So I guessed this time would be fine too, just one short walk at the town park, let myself immerse in the cold breeze and light scent from the lake. I would feel better..

  The environment was so captivating, yet so familiar. It reminds me of the first night he stepped into my life, messing with it. I had to admit I felt a bit empty with him actually left, a bit disappointed when waking up at night and still lying on my bed.

  I felt my own thoughts were hilarious, I was missing Ghostface's sick games? How absurd, I sighed, choosing a bench to sit on, the seat was opposite the lake and in front of my eyes was the sparkling lake surface, so peaceful.

  Suddenly the reflection in the lake made me jump in panic, but at the same time a little excited. I turned my head back and met a familiar figure with the white shrieking mask.

      "You said you wouldn't come to me again." Even though my voice was a little shaky, I was completely confident in what I just said.

  However, after a few minutes of silence, I suddenly realized something was wrong, because the Ghostface in front of me did not make any teasing words, which he usually did when playing with his victims. On top of that, if my memory was accurate, he would be at least over six feet tall, but the person in front of me was much shorter. I was confused as to whether this was a joke or if there was more than one killer here.

      "You must die." Without hesitation, the person who appeared to be Ghostface pulled out a sharp weapon and charged straight at me.

  I just froze in place, my eyes blurred slowly as my mouth could only mutter.

      "You promised to leave me alone."

  After a loud bang, I watched in horror as the seemingly Ghostface fell to the ground. Everything seemed to go beyond my expectation, Jed Olsen appeared beside me with pure anger in his eyes. Far from the usual elegance of a gentlemanly professional journalist, he now looked even more dangerous than a murderer with his rageful eyes fixed on the figure rolling on the ground.

  Without saying anything else, Jed gave the other man another kick in the stomach, then bluntly pulled him up, let him kneel at his feet and peeled off his mask.

      "Mike?"

  I bursted out in both confusion and fury.