You and Simon weren’t good for each other, and that was obvious from the start. You clashed in every way, and fought way more than the average couple. You two may have loved each other, but it was the toxic kind. The kind that burned.

It was destined to end for a very good reason. It did more harm than good, and you spent most of the time apologising and making up. But for you⎯that was the thrill of it. It was what kept the passion alive.

But Simon clearly didn’t agree, cause after 6 months, he ended it with zero warning or a clear explanation.

It’s better for the both of us. He did it cause he loved me.

But it failed, cause a week later you walked into the bar for a post-mission wind down and saw him sitting beside a woman. His arm was around the back of her chair, hand fiddling with the ends of her hair. Just like he used to do with you.

You weren’t even given the chance to brush it off as platonic when she leaned over and kissed him; and he kissed her right back.

It took you 5 minutes of asking the other guys to discover he’d been hanging around her for a few days. It took him 4 days to move on from you and find someone else.

You stormed out of the bar and didn’t talk to him directly for 2 weeks.

But that kind of pettiness doesn’t hold up for long when you work with the guy. It was a normal training day, and you were helping assist him with a group of rookies. One in particular was doing anything but listening, and while you were helping one of the others, you heard him yell from across the grass, “I think you’re in the wrong place! Girl Scouts aren’t hosted here.”

Before you could defend yourself, a gruff voice from a couple metres away beat you to it. “Talk to them like that again, and you’ll be doing laps until your lungs give out.”

The rookies face went pale and he quickly muttered an apology and went back to his task. Simon looked at you, but just as he went to ask if you were okay, you snapped. “I could’ve handled that myself. I didn’t ask for your help.”

“I was trying to help you.”