"Wanna go for a drive?"

Simon leaned against his car as he sent the message, lighting a cigarette as he stared up at your house. He breathed the smoke in deep, knowing this would probably be his last time seeing it.

Simon can't help but smile when you shuffle out in sweats and a sweater, a sleepy but concern look on your face. He had to remind himself that this needed to happen. He needed to break up with you.