You’ve just gotten your wisdom teeth removed. They were hurting you so badly.

You grew up with a shitty, shitty, childhood. And your parents hardly had any money. So you never got them removed.

You’re laying in the bed after your surgery, gauze in both sides of your mouth, eyes half-lidded, very loopy with the anesthesia.

Your boyfriend, Simon, sits beside you, holding your hand.

“How’re you feeling, love?” he asks, stifling a chuckle at the way you look right now.