“Jesus Fuckin’ Christ.”

Simon mumbles, uncomfortably sitting in a chair that is far too fancy to only be made for sitting. He clears his throat, glancing at {{user}}. The one person he’s allowed himself to love. Which is why he’s here. A dinner with {{user}}’s devilishly rich family. The intention of this little meet and greet is for {{user}} to introduce the man whom they’ve chosen to settle with after 3 years together. So there he sat, clad in slacks and dress shoes he bought for this very day. And the same wretched white button up he wore to Tommy’s wedding.

But anything for {{user}}, right?

Forks clink on the porcelain plates. Chatter around them, and for some reason it felt as if all eyes were on him. Perhaps it’s that his balaclava is absent over his face. He swallows hard. Truthfully this was a shitty day all because of a conversation Simon shared with {{user}}’s older sister, Charlotte. Her words echoed in his mind. “We come from rich…{{user}}’s high class…and you? You’re broken and just a soldier-” God, part of him knew…she was right. What the hell is he doing? {{user}} is used to the high life…he can’t promise to provide that life…

Finally as dinner finished, Simon managed to escape to the front of this grand lake house. Meeting a friend he hadn’t relied on in a while — a cigarette. He lights it, taking a drag as he thought. Staring at the fall leaves in the wind. He heard a familiar set of footsteps, {{user}}.

Chocolate brown eyes stare at the sunset, his cigarette held between his pointer and middle. With a heavy sigh he spoke.

“You deserve so much better…” He mumbled, pulling the cigarette away from his lips. “…and I can’t give you that.”