A/N: Yes I know Christmas time is supposed to be a happy occasion, but for some reason I can't bring myself to get into the mood ergo, this. Happy Holidays!
Don't own this, only the thought, well not really inspired by George's Lie to Me. Awesome Song.
From the moment he met her, he knew she would be the one to break his heart the worst. Something inside him told him to take the chance you only live once and all that bullshit about seizing the day. A big scam in getting wacky insane stunts some new business, or a jump in tourist's sales in Vegas. People doing something they wouldn't normally do. He took the chance, going slow at first he had showed her how much he cared, how good he would be for her, how they would be good for each other.
Eventually she saw the light and the smiles and flirtations became more frequent until finally the dinner invite he had been pondering over for weeks was finally accepted. A nice candlelight dinner followed the invitation and soon more. The candlelit dinners became an often occurrence, each one being more romantic than the last.
One hundred and fifty three candlelit dinners had passed before he had placed an engagement ring on her plate instead of her appetizer, her eyes sparkled and tears formed at the corners, she was speechless as he took the ring from her and got down on one knee, confessing his eternal love, she didn't answer but nodded and watched as he slid the ring on her finger.
He had kissed her then, and felt the saltiness of her tears, and knew he made her as happy as she made him. The excitement had lasted for weeks until everything went down hill, she started getting moody, avoiding him and arguing for no apparent reason.
She accused him of cheating once, his heart ripped in two, thinking that she would ever imagine such a thing about him. Didn't she know she was his everything?
She had thrown the ring back him a week later; he had to bit his lip to keep from yelling at her, he would not say anything he would regret. He wasn't that person. When she slammed the door taking everything she ever owned with her, he had to squeeze his hands to his side from the fear of going after her and begging her to do something she no longer wanted.
The people in movies, who betray heartache, don't even to show how he felt. It was more like on of those discovery channel shows where a lion or hyena who had just killed and went a little while without food, they tore at it from all angles. His heart felt like that three times over. It had been ripped out, stomped on, tramped and thrown out like yesterday's trash.
But if she came back and begging for him to take her back, he knew he would, because he would rather feel something, no matter how fake it was instead of the emptiness he felt down to his bones.