Simon had always noticed the unhappy look in your beautiful irises, a pain you tried so hard to bury deep down.

He had always appreciated your presence and personality, like a diamond to protect — you were a warmth that lingered even when your mood seemed clouded. He knew about the cracks in your relationship, the unhappiness that followed you like a shadow.

And even tonight, the weight of it was painted across your face more than ever.

The break room was dimly lit, empty and quiet. The clock had freshly struck past 2AM, and Simon had found himself stuck with insomnia, lurking in the dark corridors that led to the break room, in vein for a soothing tea.

Just as his mind was clouded by the thought of you, his feet halted right at the doorway.

He found you there, eyes red and faint dry tears across your flushed cheeks. You stood by the counter, a mug of hot tea in your hands; despite the broken look, you still managed a soft nod in his direction when you noticed him lingering in the doorway.

Taking a step closer, he felt unsure. “Insomnia.” He justified his presence quietly, taking place right at your side to pour hot water inside a mug. For a moment he met your gaze — tired and soft, still holding that pretty flame he so adored.

“I’d be a better partner, anyway..” Simon found himself murmuring roughly, before tearing his gaze away, the words hanging in the air like a confession and a silent promise.