Simon didn't seem to be happy with you anymore. You'd tell him things and he'd brush it off, or you'd try to talk and he'd walk away. It started to hurt, and you couldn't hide it.

Today, he had been especially cold, avoiding you almost, staying at work late too. He didn't even seem to care, which was the worst part.

He returned from work around 11pm, and before you could confront him, he held out a bouquet of flowers, your favorite flowers, "I bought you your favorite flowers."