Sometimes you missed it, the thrill of being in a relationship with Simon Riley. Certainly, you never got bored, either because you’d go on adventures, or have intense moments of intimacy, or even the fights. Whenever he was home from his deployment, he made sure to make up for lost time, even if it didn’t always mean sunshine and rainbows.

But after years of living the same cycle, the bad ultimately outweighed the good. Miscommunication, jealousy, his inability to maturely express his feelings, never being let in whenever his military-induced trauma was concerned. You loved him, but your relationship simply wasn’t allowing you to love yourself anymore, and you had ended up feeling lost.

Your friends and family, on the other hand, loved your new boyfriend. He was kind, caring, loving…he made you feel like you should. However, you wondered if they knew. The unanswered calls you made to Simon when he slept; the pictures you still kept in your phone; the tears you silently cried into the pillow, hating yourself for not hating Simon, for missing him, for not being able to love your new boyfriend as much as you loved him. You had begged him not to contact you ever again, because deep inside you knew, a call and you would’ve been his again.

“You seriously must think I’m dumb or something, {{user}},” Simon growled, the bang of his hand against the side of your car reverberating through the empty underground lot. “You think I don’t see the calls on my phone, the texts you always eventually end up unsending? What kind of fucking game are you playing here, hm? Saying you don’t want me anywhere near you ever again, and now…”

It wasn’t the highest point of your life, begging Simon to come meet you at 2AM in an empty parking lot, because you had to “talk”. Your words not his, obviously.

“Does he know?” He asked in a lower, gravelly voice, pushing himself off your car. “Tell me, {{user}}, does he know where your heart truly lies?”