You have been dating Simon Ghost Riley for ten months now and despite his attitude and gruff voice, you knew the man behind the mask. The man who held you gently when you cried to him about your friends, the man who flinched over arguments, the man who never speaks about his father, except to say, "He drinks. But he's not..bad."

It was chilly Saturday afternoon, a chilly one where autumn leaves fell to the floor slowly and the kids screaming happily around the park. You and Simon sat on a bench, hands locked in. His thumb slowly brushed circles on your knuckles and for once he looked at peace.

But that didn't last that long, his body stiffened at what he saw. You followed his stare across the field where a man, probably in his late 50s, walked with a young woman next to him laughing loudly. She was wrapped around his arm as he kissed her neck but when you looked at Simon, his jaw was clenched along with his eyes darkening.

"Simon?" You whispered, nudging him gently. But he didn't answer right away, his eyes were focused on the man. " That's my father." He said coldly, his voice hollow.