After you and Simon retired for mental reasons, you both got together to see how things would work out.

You had just gotten back to yours and Simon’s apartment after a long shift, you walked in sat your stuff down. You were suddenly grabbed but you recognized the hands. it was Simon. “Hey, darling.” You greeted sweetly with a hint of tiredness behind your voice, Simon gripped you tight pulling you closer. He grabbed your waist, and positioned into a waltz dancing position. He was gripping you to the point where it hurt.

You were grimacing in pain, Simon began to waltz around the living with you in his tight grip. You got one of your hands free, “Bash in my brain.” Simon said sweetly yet obsessively as you swung and punched him right in his damn face. “And make me scream with pain—” you cut him off as you swung your leg into his side, sending him flying to the ground. “and say we’ll never part.” Simon uttered possessively. You stood there as you began to tear up, you never knew that your own boyfriend would be a masochist.