The scent of perfume still clings to your clothes, a constant reminder of what Jason refuses to believe. Jason knows what you did. He read the messages, he saw your gaze avoiding his. He could scream, he could cry, he could walk away, he should, but he's still there, sighing softly, hoping he was in the wrong and you were loyal.

The black-haired man saw you out of the corner of his eye, your gaze driving him mad with rage and love at the same time; your gaze resembled the radiant sun that peeked through the window.

He nodded as you gave him a detailed explanation of what you were doing before coming home, trying to ignore the things that didn't match up and the obviousness of your lies. He turned to look at you to see you in the eyes, the same eyes that were lying to him, the tender eyes that kissed his soul but at the same time hurt it. Oh, those eyes that lied to him so often.

He would normally curse you and leave...but with you it's different, no, you are different, he started to depend on you, to feel how love should feel, although most of the time was half-hearted.

"That's great, honey." he mumbled after a while, giving you a little forced smile.