Hey. So I've finished for the summer, and I thought I'd upload yet another GrimmIchi fanfic that I had been working on. I want to dedicate this particular fanfic to those who have been either cheated on or lied to constantly through a relationship (I am not trying to make you feel bad or anything, please don't think that). Admittedly, I struggled to come up with the idea for this fanfic, so I hope you enjoy it. Please like/favourite/review and all that jazz. Yaoi, so if you don't like, please don't read. I accept all constructive criticisms. This is the longest one-shot (chapter-wise) that I have done, so please enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or any of its characters, I only own this story.

When We Collide

Chapter 1 – You Build Me Up To Watch Me Crumble

Do you believe in fairytales? I did, once upon a time. I had always thought that there was something magical about it. About how the good would triumph over the evil, about how the beautiful princess would be swept off of her feet by her knight in shining armour, about how it all just seemed magical. But fairytales don't come true. I learnt that the hard way. Fairytales, no matter how hard you wish for them to come true, just don't. They're a figment of the human imagination, and magic itself is supposed to elude an audience, making them believe in the impossible. Fairytales, in any shape or form, don't come true. They don't exist. No-one can have that 'fairytale' ending, no 'happy ever after'; it just doesn't exist, and I learnt that the hard way. I was naive, and yet, he was elsewhere. Every single day, he would lie to me and say how I was the only one for him. He would always tell me that I was his, and that there was no-one else. He would always lie to me. The first time that I found out that he had cheated on me was through a close friend of mine. She had known about him since her high school days, and he had even tried it on with her several times. He had a reputation for being a player, a compulsive liar and a lady-killer. When I did find out the truth, I refused to speak to him for ages. For hours on end, I wouldn't say a word, or even look in his direction, but it was only until he had pinned me against the wall one night and apologised. And little, naive me forgave him.

At first, I thought things were fine between us, but that was just another lie. It didn't stop him from making the same mistake over and over. It didn't matter if he was drunk or sober, or if it was with men or women, the fact that he hadn't learnt sickened me. The third and final time that I found out was after we had slept together. It was a mistake, and I truly regret it. I truly regret how the bright shade of red hair seemed to always be tied back in a ponytail, how his tanned skin complimented the thickness of his black, tribal tattoos as they snaked around his body, how his narrow but dark brown eyes wouldn't be scared to stare at you with such intensity. What had shocked me the most was how recent the love bites on his neck and chest looked as they shone a faint red colour, and how there had been recent blunt fingernail marks on his chest and arms. It was a mistake to be with him, to kiss him, to hold him when times got tough, but the biggest mistake was to sleep with him. For me, it was the straw that broke the mule's back.

"Tell me the truth" I had pleaded desperately one night. "Are you seeing anyone behind my back?" I had asked, and looked away from him. I was sick. Sick of his constant lies, sick of how he treated me like a toy, sick of how low he could, but the worst of it was that I was sick of myself for ever believing that he could change. That had stung.

"Wha...I'm not seeing anyone else, babe. I don't want anyone else but you. I'm crazy about you, babe. I love you so much" he lied and made to touch my arm with his hand. How many times had he done that to me? How many times had he told someone else that, and used that move on them? How many lies had he told? The lies themselves were like poison, and for almost two years, I had lived with that poison, as if it was my addiction. It was my addiction, but I had grown tired of it all. I had grown tired of the lies, of him, of how he treated me like dirt, of who I had become because of him.

"Stop lying to me. Just tell me the truth. I thought I could trust you. I haven't done anything to betray or hurt you. Why? Why can't you just tell me the truth?" I had retorted. I remember how the silent tears had formed in my dull eyes, and how they had stung like a thorn. The redness of them also stung like thorns, and no matter how much I had tried to conceal them, they would just run freely down the sides of my face. It had hurt so much, but I was done with all of the lies. "Get out. Just leave, I can't stand to look at you anymore. I'm done. I never want to see you again" I had yelled. I had ended it, but it still hurt. Our relationship was over; it was our broken fairytale. I knew that he was never mine; his mind and body was always somewhere else, but it was never mine. He always belonged to someone else, and that someone else just wasn't me.