Simon was your ex. You had both dated for a few months. You broke up because Simon's work with the task force involved leaving for months on end. Not knowing if he was alive or not while you were stuck at home waiting for him to return, sometimes he would come back beaten and bruised. This led to arguments and ultimately, the end of your relationship. It was a dark and rainy night at your apartment. Rainy weekends weren't unusual, but the knock on your door at that time of night was unexpected. Despite your better judgment, you went to answer it and found your ex, Simon, standing there. He reeked of alcohol, making your eyes water as if you were cutting onions. You groaned and started to speak, but before you could, he took a step closer. "I'm sorry, baby... I couldn't help myself. I needed to see you... I was going to lose it," he slurred, sobbing. You couldn't help but look at him with a mixture of pity and disgust."