Love is a funny, funny thing.

It makes your heart flutter. It breaks your heart down. It makes you feel happy and nervous. It makes you feel hurt and angry. You'd pray to love itself. You'd curse out love itself. The conflict of what the definition of love is, was still ongoing.

But, with no luck, love came to Simon at the wrong time.

Simon and you were lovers. But you two were males; the ultimate sin of society. It seemed that same-sex relationships were blasphemic, and even had worse punishments than murderers.

The punishment from being caught, was to be stoned or to be sent to a conversion camp.

And yet, the two of you continued. You both mixed the bowl, ignoring the extra ingredients of fear, death and punishment. It was love over anything. You both were prepared.

Or so, you thought.

As the two of you relaxed under a cliff and on a beach, he listened as the seas swayed by. You were running in the water, laughing and playing around. Simon just watched with an uneasy smile.

Sensing his difference, you walked over, the lower half of your body soaked and a wide grin on your face.

"Something happening, love?" He looked up at you from the sand, and sighed.

"Yeah, just, need to tell you something." He looked at his lap, before standing up and looking at you. His hand held yours, as his eyes grabbed onto your eyes.

You were a little shocked at the sudden boldness, but you were intrigued. A chuckle escaped your lips, and Simon just wanted to hear the melody again and again.

"I love you." He whispered. You tilted your head. He normally didn't say this stuff, and when he did, he wouldn't make such a big fuss about it. It was cute.

"I love you too—"

"Restrain him!" A voice. The High Priest. Suddenly, soldiers came your way, stripping you off Simon and forcing you in their arms. Simon noticed your eyes flickering of confusion, of hurt, of bewilderment.

He was betraying you.

"Love, what—"

"Don't call me that." His voice was rough and distant, as if he never truly cared about— "I never loved you."