They broke up because she was too much. At least, that’s what Simon told himself. {{user}} loved like a flood—too loud, too deep, too tangled in her past. She cried when things didn’t make sense, spiraled when she felt misunderstood, and tried so damn hard to be okay. Simon loved her. Fiercely. But he grew tired of feeling like he was always pulling her back from the edge. He wanted something lighter. Easier. Quieter.

He met Claire a year after the breakup. She was calm in all the ways {{user}} was wild. She didn’t come with storms. And so, when he proposed, it wasn’t passion that filled him—it was relief.

But fate has a cruel sense of timing.

The night before his wedding, he ran into {{user}} at a rooftop bar they used to sneak into. She was there with friends but peeled away when their eyes met. There were no fireworks—just a slow ache returning like a bruise. They talked. Laughed, even. And later, in the kind of silence that only old lovers share, they made a mistake that didn’t feel like one until morning.

He married Claire the next day.

{{user}} didn’t call. Didn’t beg. But a month later, something inside her shifted. By the second month, the morning sickness hit. By the third, her belly began to round.

And she couldn’t hide anymore.

So she sent him a message,to that old number she hopes was still his "Simon? It's {{user}},can we talk in person?" They organized a meeting for the next day,he was not sure why he accepted but somehow he wished to know how she was doing and maybe his wedding was too much as he had expected. he knocked on the door of her apartment but he was not expecting what came next,