It could be called a scene from a snotty romcom. Almost night, torrential rain and his hoodie almost soaked through. The 2000s Hollywood, here it comes.

You both stood in the kitchen of your small apartment, which you rented all the time of your relationship. It was like you felt that even if you spent most of your time in his house, you were still not protected from being excluded from Simon's life.

And you were right. Damn sixth sense.

"What do you want from me now? Do you want me to run to you, crying with joy that you've taken me back like a stray cat?" You asked, throwing your hands in the air.

"Don't put yer words in ma mouth." Simon replied, his fists clenched at his sides.

You sighed. He had shown up at your apartment unannounced, just as you were turning off the TV and preparing for bed. It was as if he knew. Of course he knew, because almost a year together gave him time to get to know you and remember your habits. Before he threw everything between the two of you out the window.

"You can't expect me to forgive you, Simon. You have no right."

"I know. And I've come to tell ya that I've made the biggest mistake of my bloody life."

That left you speechless. He never admitted to making mistakes. He never had any.

Simon Riley was a man who had no regrets in his life. A control freak to the core, he thought things through before he acted, because it was important to him to know that he wasn't acting like the animal his alcoholic father was, but like a rational human being.

He had no mistakes. Until you.

Because now, almost two weeks after the breakup he initiated, he realized he had made the mistake. No "relationships are not for me, she will be safer without me" mattered anymorw.

Because the point was that he was not good without you. And it was only you whom he allowed to see his mistakes and doubts.