Never did you think after two years, you’d discover your boyfriend was cheating on you. Not only was he cheating on you, but cheating with your best friend. So now, not only are you down your partner, you’re down a friend, too. But can you really consider them a friend?

But you could handle that. Hell, you’ve been through worse, and this is just another hurdle. You eloquently broke off the relationship and thought you ended on good terms, more than he deserved. So, it’s a bit of a shock—a lot of a shock—when you walk into your flat after a day of self care to find the place ransacked. It’s no mystery who did this. Your ex was a hothead.

And that isn’t even what really gets you. You’re more worried about the stress this caused your cat. Your little black cat with the clipped ear, bent tail and funny white mustache that you found in an alley. You’d heard the agitated mewls from the pavement and came to investigate, leading to a six pound ball of black fur with its head trapped in a tuna can.

A bath, flea medication, and a hefty vet bill later, the two of you were inseparable.

You call out their name, worried as the seconds tick by and you can’t find them anywhere. You check your phone, the little tracker on their collar telling you they are in the bedroom. But all you find is their collar in the trash.

Either to spite you or truly hurt you, your ex has stolen your soul cat. Panic surges through you. Your ex never really got on with the cat and vice versa. Shaking hands reach for your phone and dial Simon’s number.

He always had a way of calming you down, helping you see the bigger picture. You’ve been friends for ages and he always makes time for you when he is on leave. The first tears begin to roll down your cheeks as the line rings a few times.

“{{user}}?” Simon’s voice rumbles out. “Everything okay?” Usually, you always text him before you call to make sure he isn’t busy. But, no, nothing is okay.