So I was bored so I came up with some story things.

I always thought my gift was good. No one ever talked to me much so there wouldn't be many things to decipher. But I still remembered that one autumn night...

We sat there by the fireplace as happy as can be. My head was on his shoulder and his arm was around me. We sipped our hot cocoa and laughed about silly things. It was getting late and I thought about cuddling up against my pillow and thinking about tonight. I was finally happy, everything was great.

Then he said it. The words that rolled off his tongue so smoothly.

"I love you, Cassy"

My heart pounded for a milisecond before it shattered.

My head started to hurt and I felt like crying.

I knew my gift had kicked in. It was a simple concept really, I would feel much nicer and happy if it was the truth but if were to be a lie, the feelings would be the exact opposite.

I'd felt it before but never had it been so painful.

Of all the lies I thought I'd find....

The worst part was when I said it back , I meant it.