Thank you to MrsBates93 for her wonderful beta'ing

It hadn't taken her long to notice the signs. She would come home and there would be a single King's Spear on the coffee table. She had learnt what the flower meant soon after receiving the third one: regret.

He would then appear in the kitchen doorway, his eyes reflecting the flowers meaning, and produce a box of Honeydukes finest chocolates. He would then sit her down and tell her everything, he never went into too much detail and never mentioned names; he just told her whether it had been a kiss, sexual contact or full intercourse.

She would always be crying by then, he let her sob, his words of betrayal ringing in her ears and mind. He always waited until she made the first move, waited for her to shout and scream at him like she had done the first time. She never left the flat, he was afraid that she would never come back if she did.

"Why do you stay when you know I'll only hurt you again?" He had asked one night.

She gulped down the last of her drink and locked eye with him from across the room. He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed and expression mixed with curiosity and worry.

"Because I love you." She poured herself another drink. "And no matter what skank you end up bedding you always come home to me."

"You deserve better than me. You deserve someone who won't hurt you." His eyes cast down.

"Someone who loves you."

She raised an eyebrow. "Don't you love me Blaise?"

His eyes met hers again and he stepped towards her, holding her face in his hands. "Of course I do." He paused. "I want you to be happy."

She stared at her drink. "I am happy."

There was no more talking after that, it was all over but never forgotten for she always remembered.

They were nearing their two year anniversary when she came home to find yet another King's Spear and more regret. There were already tears in her eyes when Blaise appeared holding a Pumpkin Pastie.

"I thought you might be getting sick of chocolates." It was said quietly but his voice, laced with regret flowed clearly across the room.

For the first time in eighteen months she almost turned and walked back out of the door but somehow managed to stop herself, although her hand rested above the door handle. "Lie to me."

"What?"

She met his gaze, and saw the confusion. "I want you to lie to me. I can't handle the truth…not this time… please, just lie to me." The last part was said in a whisper.

He hesitated, "I can't."

Her face turned angry as she glared at him. "But you can lie to all those women. You never tell them about me."

"I don't love those other women."

"Love." The word was spat out. "What would you know about love? Do you even know what it means? It means being faithful to the one you're with, it means never having to apologise."

She ran a hand through her hair. "I can't do this anymore. I can't be with you anymore."

"No, no. Please don't leave." She could hear the anguish in his voice.

"I have to. I don't trust you anymore."

He reached her before she could turn the handle and held her wrist, stopping her. "Please, just think about what you're saying."

"I know exactly what I'm saying." She twisted out of his grip and opened the door. "I do love you, but in the end I guess I wasn't good enough for you."

With that she left, closing the door behind her on the man she loved but not on all the pain and hurt that would follow her.