In that cold night you laid for the tenth time on the bed, all alone, the neat spot next to you empty; where Simon used to lay and cradle you in his arms with his usual affection he always displayed only around you. He was a protection to your soul, the only man you had sought comfort in — the only man that learned to love again with you.

Yet.

Yet, there was always that permanent tiny crack in his heart, bleeding and aching. The memory of a once cherished and protected love still lingered in his heart and mind, a torment you were aware of, unfortunately.

Ever since he had met you, it seemed like that one weakness was thrown in the past and was long buried — to ease your concerns, your confusions and fears. Perhaps he couldn’t resist to the temptation, his one and first love was too important and hard to forget, not even drowning into your lips and love helped. How could he be so cruel?

’Quiet.. I’m trying to call {{user}}. I have to at least let them know I’m not coming home tonight. Just for you, yeah?’ A faint and too familiar voice could be heard in the messy background, already imagining her clinging onto your fiancé after a secret date. Then the line dropped, the heartbreaking words twisting your guts painfully. How foolish of him, not even realizing he had dropped it in the voicemail yesterday night, in attempt to reach you through a banal call and sneak into his ex’s arms and bed, for the tenth time.

Lost in the pain of that agonizing silence, your body froze as you heard the front door close. “Love, I’m home.” Simon’s voice echoed in the empty house, the thuds of his boots getting closer to the bedroom.