Tell me a lie/ Tell me lies
"I love you."
She couldn't believe she had ever even believed him! With his gorgeous, flashed smiles, and his empty little compliments!
She collapsed into herself angrily onto her plaintive bed, unintentional, crushed sobs racking her body. She reached out for her tissue box, dabbing at the tears streaking down her face irritably.
There was no way in hell she would ever cry over him.
He lied to her.
He never loved her.
He would never be worth that heartbreak.
His kisses, his murmured 'I love you's,
they had all felt so real. So true. So valuable.
But of course they weren't. They never were. At least that's what he had said. Or at least what she had heard.
"We need to break up. You're just not the right person for me."
God, that asshole.
Toying with her emotions for months, then just doing that out of nowhere.
But, oh god, those first two months were pure heaven.
It just felt so true back then.
That last month was broken though.
Paranoia crept into her mind.
Oh god, what if he found someone better?
What if she wasn't good enough anymore?
Damn she hated him with every singe fiber of her being.
But that sounded to dramatic for her liking.
A simple 'Fuck you' directed at him was just fine.
She didn't want to be like this.
She couldn't even believe herself.
She could barely believe him either.
"I love you, doll," he had murmured softly as he stole away her first kiss. His arms wound their way around her waist loosely. Everything was perfect. He didn't feel any guilt saying those words. He loved her. Every single bit of her.
Her heartbeat was thundering as she kissed back, sealing her fate. Her future heartbreak.
His touch was almost gentle, soft as could be, as he caressed her face, slowly breaking away from the kiss, her bright red face reflecting in his sunglasses.
And the blush was because of him. God, she would never know how "proud" of himself he was at that moment. He had caused her to be like this. Her heart thundering, her face bright red, her breath hitched. She looked perfect. And she was his. Entirely his.
She hoped he would rot in hell.
"Tell me lies," she had whispered quietly in his ear one night as he slept. "Tell me you love me." Unaware of her soft, broken voice, he slept on. Blissfully in love. With god knows who anymore.
Her breath hitched again at the memories. Her first day with him. Her last night. God. She couldn't take it.
"I will always love you."
He was such a liar.
A stupid, asshole of a liar.
And a heartbreak.
She reached down for her worn down phone, pressing down silently onto the power button. The screen flashed on after a moment, lines of apps appearing. None of them mattered.
She just needed to hear one more lie.
Just one more.
Then she would be done.
She clicked onto his number- the name newly dubbed 'Asshole'.
"Hello? This is Al speaking."
Oh thank god.
His voice was raspy.
Broken at best.
How nice for her.
"Tell me one last lie."
Her voice crumpled.
She knew what he would say.
"I hate you."