one shots

Lie

"Where are you going?" My voice calls out as I follow him down the hall in our house.

He ignores me once again, beginning to slip his arms into his coat.

Growing tired of getting no response from him, I grab his arm to prevent him from fully wearing the garment.

"Let go of me," he growls, teeth gritted and a fire blazing in his eyes.

"No," I bravely respond, "not until you at least tell me where you're going. Especially this late at night."

Whilst glaring at me, he yanks his arm out of my grip.

"I don't have to tell you where I'm going."

"I'm your fiancé and I happen to care about you so–"

"I didn't ask you to," he cuts me off, rendering me speechless for a moment.

"What..?"

Huffing, he turns around to completely face me, finally putting the coat on fully.

We maintain eye contact for only a few seconds as he looks me up and down.

I used to be reduced to a blushing mess when he would do so, but now I feel as if I just want to disappear. I feel like some sort of mutant specimen that he's examining.

"What has gotten into you?" I ask softly, my eyebrows pulling together as I was concerned.

This was completely out of character for him, so I was worried.

"I need to leave before I say something I really regret," he says after a moment of silence.

He turns back around, collects his car keys and reaches for the door knob.

Once again I grab his arm, insisting that he stay and we talk about whatever is going on. I expect him to pull away and possibly raise his voice at me, but what I don't expect are the four words that come out of his mouth.

"I don't love you."

My whole body freezes and it seems like time itself stops right along with me as the sentence registers in my mind.

"What?" I barely get out, feeling as if I had just been punched in the stomach. "What do you mean?"

His hand raises to his face and he pinches the bridge of his nose, physically showing his frustration with me.

"I don't love you," he repeats, his gaze bringing more nausea than butterflies in my stomach.

I swallow and clear my throat, trying to find my voice before I inquire, "Since.. since when?"

His shoulders rise and fall in a nonchalant shrug.

Anxiously, I wait for him to crack that smile that always takes my breath away and tell me that this is a joke, but it never comes. His lips stay pressed in a straight line until he speaks up again.

"Quite honestly, it was so long ago that I don't remember."

My heart breaks into a million pieces once more, the shards just multiplying each time his mouth opens.

"I was going to tell you then, but you had already told everyone about our engagement and had started looking into things for our wedding."

As upset as I am, anger bubbles up just above it and I clench my fists at my sides.

"You've lead me on for- for–"

"Almost a year, yes," he answers immediately. "It started becoming really troublesome for me to keep pretending, so I'm thankful you bothered me tonight."

He stands there quietly, waiting for what I may do or say.

"So.. every time you've told me you love me....?"

"It was a lie."

I close my eyes to gather myself before opening them back up and looking at him.

"Then.. lie to me."

He gives me a confused look, his hands awkwardly shoved in his coat pockets. "What do you mean?"

"Lie to me," I repeat simply.

"Won't that only hurt–"

"It does hurt, sure, but.. I can't let you go," I tell him pathetically. "So please, lie to me."

He swallows and meet my eyes before saying it.

"I love you."

"I love you too," I respond much like I always do, except this time it tugs at my heart a little since now I know that between the two of us, only I mean it.