Hi again! So it's Valentine's Day and though I don't particularly care for the holiday and only tolerate it cause I get free candy, I decided to post something anyway. I wasn't actually planning on continuing this couple's story but it seemed like a cute topic for Break and Gilbert to celebrate V-day so I wrote a small one-shot! It's not very long but I hope you like it all the same. Enjoy ^^

The house was quiet, nothing but the moan of the fleeting night filling the air, and bright sunlight snuck in through the curtains of my boyfriend's window, conveniently hitting me in the face and making going back to sleep impossible. Half awake and irritated with the unpleasant awakening, I rolled over to see if Break was still asleep. To my great disappointment, the bed was empty and it was obvious it had been for some time now. Sitting up and glancing around groggily, I saw that Break's coat was gone as well as Emily, which meant that he was probably out doing something. Which left me, his boyfriend, alone on Valentine's Day.

Becoming irritated, I suddenly craved a cigarette, my hands fumbling for the box on the nightstand next to me. When I found my blessed box of tobacco sticks, I snatched one out of the musky container and shoved it into my mouth, lighting it with the quick flick of my wrist. Taking in a long and soothing drag before exhaling it with a sigh, I muttered, "Fucking Break," through a cloud of smoke. I stared dejectedly at the ceiling, wondering where my boyfriend could be and why I wasn't with him.

Refusing to let myself question Break's absence for more than a few moments, I looked lazily around the room, flicking my cigarette butt to the floor before lighting another, feeling slightly pleased as I thought of how much Break hated it when I did that. I stayed like that for quite a while, and I think part of me hoped my boyfriend would walk through the door to his room carrying a plate of breakfast or something romantic and cheesy like that. He didn't. And so after my stomach had growled for the hundredth time, I growled a low, feral growl and flicked my fading cigarette to the floor before climbing out of bed.

Standing up and throwing on some clothes, I moodily stalked to the kitchen to make myself some food. Walking down the halls, I felt strangely lonely as I ran into no one and realized with a quiet pang that I may be the only one here. When I reached the kitchen I discovered I was right. There were notes on the counter, one from Oz and Alice saying they were going to town for the day, another from Sharon saying she was shopping with friends, and the list went on. However, I was disappointed when I found nothing from Break.

My mood became even worse as I made myself some coffee and heated some leftovers in the microwave. Leaning against the counter to eat, I glanced around the room in boredom; boredom leading to thinking and stagnation which in turn led to doubt and question of self-worth. Was I not good enough for Break? Was he going to leave me? Why the hell did it matter anyway? Questions ran through my head at rapid fire pace and my legs began to shake.

Stalking to the window and staring out, I suddenly slammed my fist into the pane, not caring that I had just given myself a bruise. Feelings of paranoia and the fear of being alone ate at me and I felt myself falling apart. Why was I always so weak and powerless? Why did everyone have so much power over me? God dammit, why did Break have so much power over me? Why couldn't I be strong?

My lips trembled slightly and I could hear my heart thundering in my ears, my breaths feeling pained and shallow as I swallowed compulsively and ran my tongue over my chapped lips in a futile attempt to wet them. Emotions flooded through me, the most dominant being anger, sadness, and frustration. I stomped from the kitchen as I lit another cigarette and went out to the living room, pacing with what I assumed was an expression caught between rage and agony etched onto my face.

My legs were still shaking as I paced and I knew I looked like a train wreck, but I couldn't bring myself to care. No one was here to see me anyway, right? Walking to the couch, I thudded down and fisted my hands in my hair, resting my elbows on my knees and staring at the ground beneath my feet as though it held all the answers to my problems. Sadly, it didn't.

I sat in that position for an immeasurable amount of time, it could have been seconds or hours- they both felt the same to me, and just lit more cigarettes, taking drags and ignoring the hollow, aching feeling in my chest.

Just as I went to light what felt like my millionth cigarette, I heard an all too familiar voice sing, "Giiiillll-chan I'm home!"

Feeling every muscle in my body tense at the sound of my boyfriend's voice, I growled, "What the hell do you want?"

Break slid into view, his usual smug smirk plastered to his face despite my harsh tone. Looking up with a scowl, I raised an eyebrow at him in an impatient manner.

"Why the cold welcome, Gil-chan? Can't your boyfriend spend time with you," he asked, pouting slightly before slipping a piece of candy into his mouth.

I stared at him a moment, fury blazing through me as I thought of how I hadn't seen him all day until now and hating that that small fact had torn me to shreds. I knew Break was busy, and when I had started to date him it had become even more painfully clear, but I had somehow tricked myself into believing that I meant enough to the hatter that he would at least be with me today of all days. It hurt like hell knowing I was wrong and that I knew I was about to blow up on someone who wasn't exactly deserving of my anger. After all, Break hadn't tricked me; I had fooled myself into thinking he loved me.

"Why don't you just leave," I asked icily, hating the broken and hollow sound of my own voice.

Break arched an eyebrow, clearly taken aback by my mood, but said quietly, "I think you don't really mean that. I think you need me here." I watched as Break's expression softened and what appeared to be concern washed onto his features. He closed the distance between us and tried to brush my hair from my face, but I smacked his hand away, hissing, "Don't touch me!"

Something flashed in Break's eye but I couldn't place what it was before it was gone. My boyfriend advanced, trying to grab my face again, but I stood and moved out of his reach. "Get out of here Break! And I thought I told you not to touch me!"

"Tch, don't be so childish Gil." Just then, Break managed to grab my arm, tugging as he tried to get me to face forward. Losing my balance, I fell and slammed into Break, causing both of us to topple over. I landed on top of him, straddling his waist, and I forced my heart to stop trying to race out of my chest.

Break stared up at me, his red eye gleaming with mischief as he smirked. "I thought you didn't want me to touch you."

I growled irately, shoving off the ground and spitting, "Yes, well I was tripped now wasn't I?"

Break pouted as he stood up, and as he began to walk towards me, I moved further away, feeling like a trapped animal and hating every second of it. His gaze was making my stomach do weird flips inside of me and my face involuntarily began to heat up. Looking away and continuing to avoid him, I hadn't realized I'd reached the wall until I was up against it with Break practically on top of me. Furious with myself for being an idiot, I glared at the ground, hoping to mentally set it on fire.

"Gil, what's wrong," I heard Break's soft voice ask. I still refused to take my eyes from the ground but soon felt cool, soft fingers tilt my chin up so that I could see the silverette that was currently holding me hostage against the living room's wall. Feeling caged and cornered, I almost struck out at Break but caught myself. I would never hurt him, even if I was trapped like I was then. Instead, I eyed him as though he were poisonous and jerked my head back, wincing when it slammed into the wall.

"Gil." Break's voice was more pleading and his eye held so many emotions that it was impossible to pick one out of the sea. I tried to remove my eyes from his gaze but he wouldn't let me. Frustrated by my lack of options, I finally muttered, "I'm fine. Now leave me alone."

I heard Break sigh at my response, and then, before I could react, I felt a pair of soft, warm lips on my own. Surprised but still pleased, I soon started to kiss back, the sweet taste of Break intoxicating and addictive. I allowed myself to get lost in the moment, my anger momentarily forgotten. He kissed me passionately, his tongue exploring my mouth as sweet and smoke melded together to from perfection, a combination so strange yet so wonderful that it left me breathless.

After a moment of this, I broke away, remembering that I was supposed to be mad. Break and I were panting slightly, our breathing ragged and uneven, and I couldn't place the glint in the hatter's eye. Shoving against his chest, I futilely tried to get him to move. The older male didn't budge an inch.

Instead, he stared at me curiously, expression unreadable as his breathing returned to normal. "Why'd you stop, Gil?"

"Why does it matter? Why don't you just disappear like you always do and stop acting like you give a damn about how I feel and what I think," I spat, regretting the words once they were out of my mouth. Mad at myself for my outburst, I shoved past Break and walked towards the couch, ignoring the expression on his face.

"Gilbert what the hell are you talking about?"

"Nothing. Forget it," I called over my shoulder, noticing his advancing form. Facing forward and continuing to stalk out of the room, I was caught off guard when I felt something pull me forcefully backward. Yelping at the sudden change in altitude, I landed on the couch with Break straddling my hips and pinning my arms. His expression was caught between curiosity and irritation, and I could see that he was guarded, somehow hiding something. His one eye burned with emotion and his silver locks fell wildly about his face, framing it like some beautiful portrait.

"What are you talking about," he asked, his tone low and serious. I involuntarily shivered. I hated it when Break was serious; he was even more intimidating, but he was also extremely real. There were no secrets- he was himself when he was like this. And that terrified and enthralled me at the same time.

"N-nothing," I choked out.

Break's grip tightened. "I don't believe you Gil," he said with a slight, disapproving smirk, leaning down so he was inches from my face.

I couldn't take this. All of a sudden, everything felt like too much. I hated everything. I hated my family, I hated my friends, I hated the man hovering over me,, I hated being weak and incompetent, and I hated myself. It was killing me and the hatter was making it worse. Drawing on strength I didn't know I had, I suddenly flipped over, pinning Break to the couch where he had moments before trapped me.

Surprised, Break didn't move, but once the surprise wore off he started to struggle. He fought against me, trying to regain control of the situation while I fought to get off the couch. The struggle was short lived due to the fact that Break rolled over, causing us to fall from the couch. I landed with a thud on the ground and the infuriating man landed on top of me. Grunting, I hissed in pain, "What the hell!"

"Answer me Gil. What's wrong?" He was dangerously close and my emotions were running dangerously high. My hatred for everything was blurring my mind and I couldn't control what I was feeling. Suddenly everything rushed out.

"I-I hate you….."

Break's eye widened. I could have sworn I saw pain flicker through his expression before it became carefully blank. "What," he asked quietly.

"I s-said I h-hate you…." Oh God what was wrong with me….. I didn't mean this. Everything was coming out horribly wrong and I couldn't stop the words flooding from my mouth….

Break's hold on me loosened and his hair hid his eyes. "I see…. I'm sorry then…" He gave me a quick, chaste kiss before standing, walking robotically towards the door as he left me lying on the ground, empty.

I began to panic as pain stole into my heart. No! I didn't want this! I didn't mean this! "I-I hate you because of how you make me feel!" My voice was frantic, desperate in its plea for his attention, but it caused him to pause.

"What," he asked carefully, turning to face me.

"I h-hate how you make me so unsure, how I can never tell what you're thinking. I hate the way that when you smile my heart stops beating and when you're gone I don't know how to breathe. I hate how you make me feel so weak in the knees and so shy and you make me blush and stutter constantly. I hate how you make me do stupid, embarrassing things and always laugh when I freak out. I hate how you stole my heart, and that you didn't notice and I can't get it back….. I hate how much I love you…."

Through my whole rant, my face was growing more and more red as Break drew closer and closer to me. His expression was, for once, completely open and he appeared to be totally shocked. "You….love me?"

I nodded mutely, blushing like mad. I now understood why I was so angry…. I loved this infuriating man and I feared that he didn't love me. he had made me send Valentine's Day alone and I missed him terribly. I was terrified that I wasn't good enough and now I had practically thrown my terrified and terribly fucked up train wreck of a heart at his feet…. Oh God this was going to be bad.

Just then, Break was on top of me yet again, and wide and idiotic smile on his face. His lips crashed onto mine and I was left breathless from the amount of passion behind his kiss. Our mouths moved as one and he pressed himself closer and closer to me, refusing to let me go.

When we were both breathless, he pulled away, still wearing the stupid Cheshire grin from before, and said, "You love me!"

I smiled a little, no longer feeling hurt or confused. Happiness warmed my heart and I felt as though I could explode. "Yes, yes I do."

He smiled wider still, and then said, "That's good. Because I love you too." Rolling off of me, he got onto one knee and my heart stopped beating as he pulled a black box from his pocket. "I couldn't imagine my life without you, and you're my only reason for breathing. I promise to love and cherish you forever, so Gilbert Nightray, will you do me the honor of marrying me?"

I was speechless and I could tell I wore a grin just as idiotic as his own. Throwing myself forward, I crashed into him and knocked him over, kissing him again. "I'll take that as a yes," Break murmured into my lips, a smile tugging them wider. I couldn't have been happier….and I knew that he couldn't have been either.

We continued to kiss, lying on the cold ground and never letting go, knowing that we would never be alone and that from that day forward, we would forever belong to each other. And I also knew I would never be alone on Valentine's Day again.

Alright so I'm finally finished! I hope you liked it and I apologize for the terrible ending! It was kinda rushed because my mom was yelling for me to get off my laptop and it led to me writing it very poorly. I apologize but hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Happy Valentine's Day and I love you guys! Don't forget to favorite, follow, and review!

-Scarlett