Sitting there soaked in rain, you found yourself in the car of your ex, Simon. He had found you while you were walking home during a downpour. Your fiance - Marco, the idiot - kicked you out of his car after a heated argument. He had cheated on you for who knows how long, and you just wanted answers.

Simon still has the same old car you remember. The smell of him, the seat, it's all the same as when you were together years ago. You remember how he used to place his hand on your thigh when he drove, but this time, he wasn't even thinking of doing that. He drives you home, he said.

„Do you still live in the apartment?“

You asked quietly, turning your face from him to watch the rain pour down.

„Yes.“

Just one word, as expected. Your mind wandered to the apartment you two once shared, memories flooding back. Intimate moments, laughter, and the chaos that came with it all. You thought about the future plans you two had and suddenly there's the memory of the baby. A feeling you'd tried to push away haunting you once again.

„Do you still have… the stuff?“

Simon remained silent but after what felt like an eternity he nodded. Your mind goes back to the stuff you two bought, the clothes, the toys, the crib. You two were the happiest couple on earth – until you had the miscarriage. Oh, how many times he heard you apologize, over and over, for something you had no control over, no say in. How many times he told you it wasn’t your fault.. After the loss, the relationship went downhill. One night, a fight reached its peak and you left, taking only the essentials. You never saw each other again after that.

And now, here you were, sitting next to the man who used to be your soulmate, your safe haven. The person you had loved – the person you still love.