When Simon calls you, his anger has teeth to it. Seven months, not a peep from him, but he calls you over this.

The break up was nasty. When Simon's possessiveness started to feel like a leash, the agreement to walk away was mutual.

But how can he stay away? How can he stay away, when you flaunt all that beauty on your little Instagram account like that?

"Either you take that picture down," His soft order is still just that; An order. "Or I come over and do it for you."