He nods.

You glance at the ring on your hand, noticing for the first time the deep red of the ruby and the wight of it on your finger. It is pretty, you admit. And, you think to yourself with a smirk, it left a satisfying dent when I smacked him.

Her rubs the dent now. It's on his chin, opposite the side with the red cut.

Ignoring his pain, you glare at him. "How dare you kidnap me, place this ring on my hand, put me in your bed and tell me I'm your wife? Do you really expect me to belief your lies?"

"Lies?"Jack has nearly laughed, which was not the reaction you had hoped for. "Let me tell you something about lies, love." He motions for you to come sit next to him on the bed, which you reluctantly do.

"Lies are the opposite of the truth. You tell them when you want to fool someone. You with me so far?"

You nod silently.

"Good. Love, what in the world would posses you to think I would lie to you? Of all people, you are the one who I am always honest with, always truthful to, and always considerate of. "

He takes your hand in his. His touch seems to burn your skin. But then, something strange happens. You can't help yourself, but you suddenly look into his eyes. You see honesty, pleading, hope and even sadness. You wonder, could he be telling the truth?

"I believe if I told you the truth, you wouldn't believe me. But, it's too late now. I told you everything. Unfortunately, you still don't believe be. But, that is your choice."

You stand, taking his words in. After a few paces, you realize something is different about the way you walk. One leg feels heavier, and after investigating, you feel a small dagger tied on with brown string. "What's this?"

"Your dagger." he answers, stating the obvious. "It was the only thing you took from home when you ran off with me, but I doubt you would remember that." He comes closer and cups your face in his hands. "What has happened to you my darling?"

You let him tough you, barely conscious of the fact that now, instead of burning with hatred -your hatred- they are cool and comforting. His eyes look deeply into yours, searching for answers.

After a minute, you pull yourself away from him, horrified you could have let him touch you, yet thrilled at the same time. You have never known love, so is this what it feels like from the other side?

You did love once. The memories still hurt. The chosen one was a tall, guy of about 16. You were 14. You had loved him with everything you had. When you had finally gotten up the courage to tell him, he laughed you off, pegging you as another admirer. To make things worse, he had mocked you, and even fooled you into believing he cared a week later.

Love was stupid and worthless. You couldn't risk getting hurt once more, falling in that awful trap of romance and heartbreak. That . . . that lie.

"Me and you. Setting: In a honeymoon. If I woke up next to you." The Fall Out Boy song you had once enjoyed has become a mockery of your life.

You spin around to face Jack. Sitting back on the bed, you decide to tell him your story if he'll tell you his. You know it's risky, sitting here next to him. But hey, you think, if anything goes wrong, I've got my dagger to protect me.