Of course, all Simon was only a man, —boy, even.—

He didn’t want to call it a mistake, because there was nothing to regret, until now.

You and Simon have been getting though the up and downs of your relationship, the commitment that came with it was hard for Simon.

He had been in a bar, trying to drink away the guilt of the past mission, his drinking buddy now above him. Once Simon started, he couldn’t stop. Constantly taking shot after shot and washing the liquid down with more liquor, not a drop of water in his system. But he doesn’t blame the alcohol, no no… he blames everyone around him.

“Come on Simon, i’ve never needed you like I do right now!” You yelled, the rain soaking your eyeblack, making beautiful oily streaks around your eyes. Simon couldn’t look into your eyes, never again.

He had came back to base, hair clearly disheveled and prominent red lipstick all over his cracked ones, his cheeks adorning the once beautiful color you had loved. You had never worn lipstick like that around him.

It was another woman’s, and he had cheated.

But who was he to blame? He never wanted to commit to a full relationship.