Lie to me but do it with sincerity make me listen just for a minute make me think there's some truth in it – Depeche Mode

"I love you," he said, eyes burning into mine. "I love you and I always will."

And I believed him. With my whole heart, I believed him. I gave him my innocence, but the child who bares his name was not born to me.

"I love you," he whispered, arms holding me close in the dark. "I love you so much I think I will explode from it."

My hands stroked his back and my heart ate up his words.

"I love you," he screamed at me as I walked towards the door. "How can you leave me? Don't you know that I'll die without you?"

I didn't stop. I knew he was desperate, using the only weapon he had left. But my heart broke just the same.

"I love you," he said between stolen kisses, pressing me hard against the rough brick wall. "You're mine," he said a second before I pulled away.

My arms ached from where he had gripped them and my lips felt bruised, but those hurts were nothing compared to the one his words left in my heart.

"I love you," he said to the girl in his arms, looking at her the way I thought he only looked at me. "I love everything about you."

I watched as she melted into his embrace, wondering if she felt a tenth of what I did when he said those words to me. I stood there, poised at the top of the steps, wanting to run to him, wanting to claim him as my own.

He touched her cheek, smiling down at her with a look so tender that I wanted to scream.

I eased back, not wanting him to know that I was there, that my world had come undone. I took a cautious step back, gingerly placing my weight on the top step. But the wood creaked and he glanced up, catching my eye.

He pressed her face against his chest, turning her head so she wouldn't see me as well, and softly stroked her hair.

"I love you,' he said and his voice broke, but he never lost contact with my eyes.


A.N.: This is meant to be Spot/Race from Race's POV