Song: Breathe

Artist: Taylor Swift

Characters: Greg Sanders/Sara Sidle

Never wanted this, never want to see you hurt

Every little bump in the road I tried to swerve

People are people and sometimes it doesn't work out

Nothing we say is gonna save us from the fall out

Of The Heart

It's another night of fighting, of going to bed angry and the realization that nothing she says can fix it cuts through Sara like a knife. She rolled over on her side, pulling her knees up to her chest and suppressing the shiver that tried to run through her. She could hear Greg breathing beside her; even steady breaths as his chest rose and fell. She couldn't sleep, the memories just kept swirling around in her head and as hard as she tried she couldn't get them to stop.

She can hear the sound of the glass smashing in the kitchen as her beer bottle collides with the wall, sending tiny shards of brown glass to the floor, tinkling as they fell. All the noise had stopped, the fighting and the yelling had all ceased and the two were left in a staring match, shock reflecting in both sets of eyes.

"You know I'm getting really tired of this Sara." His voice was a low growl as he fought for the control he so desperately wanted to hold on to. He had promised he would never lose his temper with her and he had no desire to break it now, but she was pushing him so close to the edge he could see the darkness below. He was so afraid of falling.

"Well I don't know what you expect me to say," she hissed, her hands shaking at her sides, balled into tight fists. The truth was she was afraid to say anything, she was afraid of driving him away. Of being alone. She couldn't imagine being without him, not hearing his voice or feeling his skin against hers. What had started as nothing but lust and the pure desire to forget everything had developed into something she couldn't describe. Greg sighed and collapsed into the kitchen chair, a hand running through his hair.

"Just say something," he said, trying to keep the frustration from his voice. If she knew this was really a fight she wouldn't give up until she had won. "I'm tired of the silence. Talk to me, tell me about your day or the dream you had last night. You can even tell me what you had for lunch today."

When the only thing that greeted him was silence he pursed his lips and stood up, leaving Sara in the kitchen, the broken glass still lying at her feet. Sucking in a deep breath she blinked back tears and cleaned the kitchen before dragging herself to the bedroom, shimmying out of her jeans and crawling into the bed. By then Greg was already asleep, snoring softly, his back to her. Sara shuddered at the memory and tried closing her eyes but an arm around her waist made her stiffen, her skin growing hot under the touch.

"I'm sorry," she whispered quietly, pressing her body against his and savoring the warmth. A pair of lips pressed themselves to the back of her neck and she shivered.

"Me too," he admitted, his hand running up and down her leg before snaking underneath the fabric of her t-shirt. Sara rolled over so she was facing him, peppering kisses on his neck and collar bone. She heard his breath hitch for a moment before he pulled away.

"I can't keep doing this Sara.." his breathing was heavy and he blinked furiously. "It's not healthy.. For either of us." She squeezed her eyes shut and willed away the tears, a dull ache growing in the pit of her stomach.

"I know," she whispered, her voice muffled by his skin as she buried her face in his chest. Greg kissed the top of her head, breathing in that scent. As he began to stand up he felt a hand encircle his wrist. He turned around and saw tears overflowing her chocolate orbs. It hurt almost as much as hitting the ground.

"I'll never stop loving you," she said. He smiled and shook his head in agreement.

"Me either."

Oh god, I think I just made myself cry..