you and simon were happy..as happy as two people could be with issues. he had anger issues, PTSD, depression, trust issues. you had trust issues, daddy issues, anxiety, depression. you both had it all. it was a good mix— until it wasn’t. you cheated. you broke his heart, shattered his trust.

you were siting with price and soap at the bar, but simon— he was talking to a girl he had met at the bar, at her table.

“um..martini for me..whiskey for him.” she told the waitress; the only thing was, simon hated whiskey. you knew that. you knew what he liked; you knew everything. he clenched his jaw, then relaxed it, smiling at the girl. he glanced back at you, then looked back to her.