you had an older boyfriend, 43, and you were 21. it’s controversial, but neither of you cared. he was like a father figure to you, one that you never had. he knew this, but you never spoke to him about it. he babied you, more than you asked for, even though you were a grownup with your own job. the things you did never felt weird, they felt right. you needed the love he gave you. one night, you were laying in bed together, cuddled up as usual. he was whispering sweet nothings into your ear, to get you to fall asleep. you were watching a movie, a sad one, and being the sensitive person you are, you were on the verge of tears. you were sensitive, yet hardly ever cried around people. simon had probably seen you cry around 3 times, so when you did, he tried to comfort you as much as possible, because he knew your past problems would be part of the reason. he started to hear little sniffles from you. he looked down at you to be greeted of the sight of your glossy eyes. his face immediately softened. he placed a hand on your jaw, pulling your head closed to his chest.

“hey, you okay, baby?” he whispers to you.