What happened to Goodbyes?Jeff the KillerXReader

    As the killer crept silently into the room, his eyes flicked over the famiiar surroundings. He knew every inch of that room like the back of his own hand. The girl asleep in the bed had once been the girl he was in love with. Her {H/C} Hair was draped over the pillow, and Jeff knew if she was awake he would be greeted with jade-green eyes full of anger and pain, sorrow and betrayal. Nothing could change that. Just like nothing could change the fact that he cheated on hew, that he'd killed her cousin in a fit of jealousy.Nobody knew-they thought it had been a mugging gone wrong. But [Y/N] knew his work.She had broken up with him that night,shoving him out the window, screaming at him. He winced now as he heard the words in his mind again.
       I hate you! Get away from me! I never want to see you again! You're a demented,twisted,psychopath, and I wish you were dead!!
       Now, he looked at [Y/N].She had last weight, and there were rumors she was starving herself. He knew her eyes were gaunt, suspicious of her own shadow. Oh, she was recovering. But it was slow. So slow. She was dating her best friend, and when they were together, she laughed and her eyes sparkled with life. Now he smiled wide, his skin splitting further, a smile to make children scream and grown men weep. He brushed a [H/C] lock off of [Y/N]'s face. Grasping the knife in his hands, he whispered, "Go to Sleep."
     The child -no teenager's- jade-green eyes opened, wide and scared.  She went to scream, but the murderer clapped a hand over her mouth. An insane laugh escaped his throat, harsh and grating. His knife traced the skin of her bare stomach, just barely slicing it.
"I loved you, you know." He spoke conversationally, as if he weren't about to kill her. "I still love you, I guess. But I guess you must hate me." The snow blew outside, this Christmas Eve. Late partygoers passed by the open window singing loud and slurred Christmas carols. Then he looked back at [Y/N] whose eyes were filling with tears. He sighed. "Don't look at me like that, [Y/N]. I loved you, and you threw me away. Have your last words. Who knows, maybe you'll come back." At this he let go of [Y/N]. She looked at him with eyes that blazed an impossible shade of green, filled with both love and hate, despair and hope. Her raspy voice scraped out,
"What happened to goodbyes?" Of all the things the killer laughed "Go to Sleep." He whispered, and stabbed her, a clean puncture to the heart. Her lifeblood began pouring out. As the life faded from her eyes, Jeff surveyed the scene, with [Y/N]'s hand wrapped around and angel -that's right, [Y/N] had been a Mormon. He kissed her forehead of the cold, dead girl and whispered,
"Merry Christmas, My Love."