"Jon? Is that you?" Sansa's worried filled voice called from the kitchen as he heard the patter of her bare feet race towards where he stood at the front door. Even in her frantic state she was a goddess to behold, her fiery locks bouncing with her every step, her bright blues filled with concern, even in her pjs shorts and one of his old band shirts not even the stars in the night sky could compare to her beautiful. The gentleness in her touch as she effortlessly formed into the nooks of him that she fit perfectly into as she wrapped her arms about his waist broke him.

He allowed himself the moment to hold her tenderly at first than fiercely tight knowing that both of their worlds would be shattered in the next few moments. He was still debating with himself if he should even mention last night to her; she would believe anything he told her. This wasn't to sell Sansa short, she was in no way naive however once you claimed a goddesses heart she would always see the best in you. It was this simple fact and the way he had grown in his relationship with her that he knew he had to tell her the truth. "Jon," she giggled to relieve some of the tension. "I can't breathe," she patted his back for him to release her. When he did and she took a step back, the look of agony on his face caused a sinking feeling at the pit of her stomach.

"Jon?" she called his name. His eyes were distant as if looking remembering some far off memory. Sansa brought her hands up to his face bringing him back to the present, bringing him back to her. Delicate fingers tucked into his raven locks behind his ears, the pads of her thumbs resting on his cheeks, her forehead leaning into his own. "Jon, what's going on? You're scaring me," her voice barely a whisper her vocal cords tight with an emotion.

The knot within his own throat swelled two folds. There were very few times in his life, less than the fingers on his hand, that he remember feeling the brim of his eyes water and salty droplets fall in uneven streaks, "I'm so sorry Sans," his voice hoarse as he spoke. "I messed up. I messed everything up and I have no excuse, no explanation nor reason."

Sansa's pulled back so that she could see him more clearly. Her brows frowned together trying to make sense of what he was saying. Heaven, his tears. What could have possibly happen to cause tears. "Whatever it is I'm sure it's not cause for tears." Even as she said this her own eyes watered and quickly spilled down her cheeks. "We can get through anything together you know that," using a sweeping jester her thumb wiped his tears. "Just tell me what happened, so that I can call you an 'idiot' for worrying me and making me cry and watch we'll be laughing about this in no time. Cause you know we both have such horrid crying faces right?" she choked out a laugh that sounded more of a forced gasp. Her gaze already fearful for his next words. Part of her wished he would lie to her but they both knew better.

Jon's hands that had been resting on her waist till now. He raised them to mirror her hold. He tucked his fingers into her red waves, finding it hard to look her straight in the eyes he willed himself. "I love you, I love you with every fiber of my being. I am yours heart, mind, body, soul. You know this. I was so lost before you came into my life. You are my world. My goddess. You know that I would never purposely hurt you," he thought he might vomit. The words were true but even as he said them he felt like the biggest fraud.

"Dammit Jon! Just tell me what's going on! What happened?! Why are you saying all this? What happened while you were out last night?" Sansa couldn't help the outburst. Even her hands went down to grip the front of his shirt clenching in desperation for understanding yet dreading what was to come next.

He was already losing her, he felt it. He shut his eyes, too much of a coward to see the moment that he would break the love of his life's heart. "I slept with Ygritte."

A breath she didn't even know she was holding escaped her lungs. A piece of her left with that exhale. Or rather many pieces left with each gasp and exhale; her core essence breaking down. These past few years, the love, the trust, the laughter, touches, music, passion, future, the life they were building was being ripped by a past. A past that was always revisiting but had never been able to waver or shake what they had become to one another, till now.

Her tears and anger flooded through every part of her, "You Bastard!" she cried out while pushing him away from her. Jon's eyes finally opened to reveal the result of his betrayal. There was no love or even the glimmer of trust he had built with her. He hated himself even more cause even in her distraught state, no matter how angry Sansa may be as her mind formed dark places, she didn't look at him with contempt or hate. This was not who she was, no matter how deserving his actions.

Some how he found his voice, "Sans..."

"DON'T! Don't you fucking call me that Jon Snow!"

This was all too much as it was and for him to use his nickname for her was killing her. She felt herself crumbling. She was borderline hysteria. Her breathing hyperventilated gasps. She couldn't, she wouldn't, not in front of him

"Get out, get the fuck out of my house! Now!"

"Please let me..."

"Let you what? You just said so yourself you have no reason or excuse for it. Ygritte! Jon! Really?! You didn't mean to fucking hurt me yet you slept with the only person who you knew I, I ... I could never live up to in your eyes. It was her, it was always her and I was just some toy till she came back to you, wasn't I?"

"That is not..." his own anger was now surfacing at her words. Yes, he was the one who betrayed her but Sansa's words were cutting him deeper than any physical wound could. He didn't even get to finish.

"I don't want to hear anything you have to say. Get the hell out! So help me if you don't leave right now I'll call Robb."

The threat of her cop brother and Jon's best friend being called up into his fuck up wasn't something he wanted. Damn! He cursed himself. The fall out and consequences were going to be felt. It wasn't enough that he just lost his goddess but her family which had become like his own were not going to side. She was one of their own before him, he'd be lucky if Robb didn't beat him. Lost in his thoughts for a moment was all the opening Sansa needed. Catching him off guard and on her last straw she started pushing him towards the door, "Get out, get out, get out!" she screamed.

Finally out the door and into the hall Jon stood dumbfounded on what to do or say so as not to upset her more.

Twisting the white gold mental holding a single diamond from her left ring finger Sansa sealed away any hope for him, for her, for them. Tossing the ring at him she slammed the door with her final words, "I never want to see you again Jon Snow."