This was impossible to describe.

At first, what you two had was full of sparks and vigour, but within a few years, that excitement dulled, he stopped facing you as he slept, and swatted your hand away as you reached for it.

This wasn't love, not any longer. Now it was just a need of the flesh, your bodies craving each other for seconds at a time, then hated each other, though not purposefully. You both tried to love each other again, you did. It just wasn't the same.

Right now, you laid in Simon's arms, your face in his chest, warmly tucked in, hearts cold.

"{{user}}?" he reluctantly murmured, sounding almost afraid of the outcome; of being alone again. But he needs to say it.

".. I'm sorry, but.. I 'on't love you anymore, dove." he sighed, slowly looking down to note your expression, but your face looked neutral, as if you knew. As if.. you felt the same.