Paring: You/Sands

Rating: PG

Genre: Angst

Chapters: 1

Disclaimer: I do not own Sands….

Summary: Inspired by “I Don’t Love You” by My Chemical Romance. You’re tired of his games and know there’s only one way to end it.

WARNING: I kind of imply a bit of abusiveness on Sand’s side of the relationship. Don’t hate me.

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Your bags are packed and every tear you’ve ever shed has finally dried on your cheeks. Every tear he’s brought to your eyes with his false promises and lies. How you ever could have believed his words, been so stupid as to think he really loved you… Your love for him blinded you, you suppose. What other explanation could there be for your naivety?

Somewhere in your mind, you register the sound of your front door opening and footsteps traipsing across the apartment’s lush carpet. ‘So he’s finally come home,’ you think, wondering what excuse he’ll have this time for his long absence.

“Sugar butt? Where’re you hiding?” He asks from somewhere down the hallway, but you no longer have the strength to answer.

Instead, you zip up the final suitcase and begin dragging it out of the bedroom. His chocolate eyes meet yours once you enter the living room, the smile on his lovely face slowly fading as he notices what you’re carrying. For a moment, his mask drops and you can see the confusion in those brown orbs you used to drown in. The moment is fleeting, however, and soon his arrogant grin mocks you.

“Going somewhere?”

You nod, knowing that the forming lump in your throat would only make your voice crack and take away from your determination to go. There is no other way anymore.

“Did you plan a vacation you forgot to tell me about?”

His sarcasm helps you to push around the choking tears you’d thought long dry and you raise your chin defiantly.

“I’m leaving you, Sands. This just isn’t working anymore,” you tell him, your voice sounding more confident than you feel.

He moves toward you, looking more like a jungle cat than a man, and you have to force yourself not to take a step back. Always the dominant one, he makes you feel like a cornered mouse with his leering gaze, but you refuse to play his game anymore.

“I thought you loved me ( ). Don’t you love me anymore?” He asks, using the one thing that has always made you stay in the past.

It’s like a blow to the stomach and you can feel defeat rising inside you. How dare he try to use your feelings against you? But that’s just the way he’s always been, and for the first time you know what needs to be done. With strength in your gaze and a small, mocking smile on your lips, you hold out your apartment key.

“I don’t love you like I did yesterday.”

Your words brings his own sense of defeat to his eyes, although the lie rips your heart to shreds. Having to get out while you still can, you walk out the door and out of his life. But you’ll cry a little more tonight as you lay in your hotel room, knowing that you love him more than you did yesterday.