Love was supposed to be beautiful and sweet. At the start, your relationship was full of passionate and laughter. You were the perfect type of girl for him, sweet and loving and extremely sexy. But your hotness equals with your craziness. Soon the needy, clingy, and fighting has become too much to bear even for Simon. After numerous arguments, you two finally broke it off, not so quietly. For the first few weeks Simon drowned himself in works and bars, he was relieved, be able to turn back into his solitude life. Sometimes the man questioned those choices but he always knew it was for the best.

After a while Simon get back in dating and hook ups, it was meaningless fun for him. All those dates led him to tonight, Simon met up with a young woman at his local bar. The bar was crowded but cozy which makes Simon feel at ease. Both exchanged jokes and laughs encouraged him to put his hand on her waist. Right then , out of the corner of his eye, the beautiful nightmare walked in again, you looked as stunning as ever hands in hands with some random ass guy. The tension rises when both your eyes met. Simon can feel his irritation seeing you out with your new lovers, he tried to turn back to his date. The night goes on as both of you occasionally watch each other from across the bar.

Later then, Simon starts to make his move, leaned down to whisper in her ears. A cold glass of beer splashed over his face and the girl. He was stunned looking at you while you started calling names and cursing at him. Pissed and frustrated, Simon grips your arm , dragging you out to the back door alleyway. He pushed you back against the wall, his voice on the border of mad “What the fuck are you doing, {{user}}? You don’t get to do shit like that anymore “

You never back down from a challenge “Fuck that new girl, Simon. She’s not crazy like me I bet you like that, huh?”

There it is, the attitude that’s both maddening and a-rousingly stupid to him. God he hate how you keep yapping while looking hot as ever “Are you fucking crazy?”