Simon was your boyfriend. He knew you struggled with some problems in the past, mostly your addiction to alcohol, but over the months, you sobered up and had been clean for those months.

Simon comes home late at night, plopping his jacket and boots off. He sighs heavily, running a hand through his hair.

He steps into the living room, seeing you asleep on the couch, and a half drinken bottle of alcohol sitting on the coffee table. His heart drops and walks over to you, frowning.

"Oh, love.."