You've always been afraid of love. You weren't afraid of being happy. More from disappointment. From being abandoned and after you get used to having someone by your side, you won't be there anymore. That you will be alone again. Therefore, whoever approached you romantically, you immediately put up your walls and started acting cold. It was your defense mechanism. You were the turtle and your shell was your cool demeanor. Then you met him. He was always kind to you. He knew you were afraid of love and he didn't force it. And your walls, which you put up so you wouldn't get hurt, started to slowly break down.

But now you're standing here watching another woman try to get his attention. Your heart beats fast. You don't want this. You want him. You want him to look at you. To laugh with you only. To hug you. To kiss you. Because you are finally ready to admit it to yourself. You fell in love with this man. You fell in love with Simon.

What is this if not a war of hearts?