A/N: I don't own anything. R&R.

Max's Pov

I froze, my mouth hanging open. "Forever baby…" It couldn't be… they weren't mine. He wouldn't, he wouldn't. Right? I looked at the lingerie that was carefully hidden underneath the bed. I took them out of its hiding place and felt the tears slide down my face. "I'll love you forever." I shook my head in disbelief, pursing my lips, trying to hold back from crying. He would be home in an hour, he could explain everything then…

I sat on the couch, grasping the piece of underwear angrily. He was forty minutes late. Tears streamed down my cheeks, most likely smudging my mascara, but the only I felt was the pain in my chest. How could he? "We're in this together." I screamed in agony, the memories flooding back into my mind.

~The First Day~

I looked up at him shyly, then back at my book. He was in most of my classes, and now, he works here. Such a coincidence.

At the end of the chapter, I stood up, putting everything away, and threw away my trash. I was just about to leave when he opened the door for me. He smiled and gestured me to go first. I smiled back and went through the door, my heart soaring. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, and looked at me, "Walk with me?" he asked, almost scared to see if I would turn him down. But I didn't.

That walk changed everything. He made me laugh and smile, I got lost in his mesmerizing, sea blue eyes. He was perfect, my perfect other half. We fit together like peanut butter and jelly. At the end of the walk, he asked me out, and of course I agreed to get picked up at 7:00 pm for dinner on Tuesday.

The tears rushed back. I gasped, trying to hold them back. Where is HE? I looked up at the clock we bought together a month ago, it told me he was now an hour late. I curled up on the couch, the very couch corner where I kissed him, and he kissed me back, promising to be with me forever. We were dating for the last year of college and on, which added up to 3 years. The middle of the second year, we moved into the same house. I was expecting a ring any day, it never came, but I didn't care. I had him, he had me. It was perfect like that.

Suddenly the door opened and I stood up, only in a baggy long-sleeve shirt. I threw the pair of underwear at him and started screaming accusations. "Why? Who's are these? Where were you? An hour late? You usually call!"

And he stayed quiet the entire time, staring at the underwear in his hands. He looked shocked. I broke down. "SAY SOMETHING! Anything," I yelled, hot tears streaking my cheeks.

"Honey-"

"Who's are they, Dylan?" I asked, trying to calm down. Maybe it was a mistake… Then why were they hidden.

"Lissa's," he whispered, looking me in the eye, his eyes filled with pain. Goo- bad, I didn't want to hurt him. No, I did. I wanted him to feel this pain. That stupid Lissa girl had always wanted him, and she got him…

"Get out," I whispered, looking away.

"Do you love me?" He asked and I stared at him bewildered.

No, "Yes," I said and the pain was back.

"Can you give me another chance?" I looked in his beautiful blue eyes, I wanted to believe him, but it hurt too much.

I stayed quiet, "No."

"All I want is you," he said dropping everything and grasped my arms. I tried to pull away, but I was too hurt, too weak.

Laughter, smiles, and secret kisses. It was all perfect, well perfect didn't last.

"Get. Out," I hissed, pulling away. The tears were coming back…

"Baby, listen-"

"GET OUT DYLAN!" I yelled, loosing it. He kissed her, then had the nerve to say he loved me! "Just, get….out."

"Max, please listen it was a mistake I was dr-"

"Please, just… Out." I whispered closing my eyes and remembered all the 'I love you' 's, the 'Forever' the promises, and now the only thing on my mind was him kissing Lissa.

"It was all a mistake, I'm sorry, will you give me one more chance?" He looked so pathetic begging, but that face of an angel came out when he wanted it to. I couldn't say no…

I almost nodded, but I remembered he kissed her, and did who-knows-what with her. "No," I said fiercely, looking away from him, "Get out," I repeated for the thousandth time. This time he sighed, giving up, and walked out. I didn't know what to do, all I knew was I wanted that jerk out of my life forever.

I ran to our room, tears streaming down my cheeks, and threw all of his clothes on the ground, his radio, his computer, his work, everything. Then I put them in a big trash bag, and dragged them outside. I didn't care that I didn't look presentable. I threw all of it in the garbage, in the alley next to our building and went inside to get my trusty lighter. I ran back downstairs, roughly rubbing away my tears, willing them to stop. Outside, I lit up his garbage and watched it burn. My knees felt weak, and soon I on the ground staring at the fire, my heart slowly breaking into tiny, tiny pieces. I've never let anyone get as close as he did, and he just stomped all over my heart. I hope he trips over the pieces he left behind, and just lays there, dying. I wanted him to be the one moping, only I knew, somewhere deep down, I knew everything that he told me was a lie. Everything was a lie. I don't know how long I cried there, cursing at the flames in front of me, but all I know was that I ended up in my bed in the morning.

And there was someone in my kitchen.

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