Your relationship with Simon was a beautiful one. Filled with love, respect and harmony. But even the sun has its dark side. It was like something straight out of a book - a fight filled with cursewords, shouting and plates shattering. Neither you nor Simon knowing what had started the fight but it was loud, intense and toxic – the kitchen becoming a battlefield.

„You are like your father!“

You yelled. You knew the moment the words left your mouth that it was a mistake. You didn't mean it, really. But in the heat of the argument, you had blurted it out, fueled by anger and frustration. Simon's father was a dark memory, one that weighed heavily on him, and you had chosen the most hurtful insult. Simon told you everything. He told you about his father, the abuse, the harsh words, and every painful memory. It took him a long time to open up to you, to allow himself to feel the love and care you gave him.

Frustration and anger had consumed you during the fight, leading to the careless words that now hung in the air. You couldn't believe what you had said, the weight of your words crashing down on you.

„Simon, I-“

He ignored your attempt to speak to him. Simon turned around, leaving the apartment without saying a word.