His hand was clasped tightly around the coke can. He was staring at the picture above the mantel piece.

"She's much prettier than you," He wasn't trying to insult me; he was merely stating a fact.

"That is me." I nodded towards the picture on the wall, the one I assumed he was talking about. He looked at me sadly with an obviously fake smile upon his face.

"I wasn't talking about the picture." His blue eyes were like ice, cold and unfeeling and yet. he was right. It's not as if he was being mean.

"That has nothing to do with it." I said, hiding as much of the anger in my voice that I could.

"Don't be mad." He set the coke can down on the table by the couch and stood up. He walked a few paces so that he was standing behind me. He slid his arms around my waist, leaning his head on my shoulder.

"I love you." He whispered into my ear. My world just fell apart. Normally those words would make me smile, normally his voice would drive me wild and normally I would melt in his arms; but today was not a normal day.

"How can you say that?" I said bitterly. I pushed his hands away and turned to face him. He had his head at a slant, staring at me innocently.

"What do you want?" He asked, cupping my chin in his hands. I was about to tell him that I wanted him to just leave me alone but he raised a finger to my lips, motioning for me to be silent. He closed the space between us and gently pressed his lips against mine. I felt a shiver down my spine which I immediately hated myself for.

"Stop it." I whispered. He stopped instantly and waited for me to say something more.

"How can you do this? I thought you loved her?" I accused him with so much malevolence in every word, but, even so, he didn't even flinch.

"That was a mistake. I've realized.I know.I can only think of you." He murmured the last part quietly, almost embarrassed of admitting it.

"How sweet." I said, my voice oozing with sarcasm. Then there was a silence that seemed to stop time. It was only us, standing there - nothing else. But then, like always, I was the one who shattered the peace.

"That's all you can say?" I said, disgusted. I was ready to yell at him, to rant on and on forever till he'd brake, until he broke down and cried that he was wrong and.

"So that's it then?" He asked solemnly. I stopped breathing for a second. What was he doing? He's never said anything like that. He knew that I didn't mean.

"What?" I croaked, not able to believe what I was hearing. This was not the way it was supposed to be.

"You want me to leave... and I respect what you want." He said sadly. This was a different side of him. A side of him that was stronger and wouldn't let me verbally beat him up. He smiled at me one last time. Then he turned his back on me and headed to the door.

I was glued to the spot. I didn't even tell him to wait, to stop and turn around, to hear me out. He didn't want to listen to me anymore.

I could see him out the window. I could see him reach into his pocket and take out his keys. I could see him put one leg over his motorcycle and start up the engine. Lastly, I could see him driving down the road.

And suddenly everything wasn't so simple anymore. Nothing was the same old, same old. He changed it and everything was just wrong. I sat on the floor - I didn't even bother walking over to the couch. Everything was unwinding, unraveling. It was too unreal.

He left me.

That's all it took. I finally broke down. The tears that had weld up unnoticeably started to fall. I wasn't supposed to cry. He wasn't supposed to leave. He wasn't supposed to listen to what I only I was capable of telling the truth. But for some reason the words 'I love you' were foreign to me.