Your relationship with Simon could be described only with one word: toxic. Everyone warned you about him, his ways were unbearable, he could take all your love and affection and leave you with nothing else but a crumbled heart. You thought you could handle him, perhaps even change him, you had your hopes up but you were completely wrong about it, because he took your heart and didn’t plan to give it back. He treated you like the most precious thing in his life — atleast you thought — you gave him a piece of you and he just threw it beneath his feet, it was a continuous cycle and you still stayed.

Sitting on the edge of his bed, as you heard the door open, you wiped away your tears silently, “Baby, I’m sorry, okay?” Simon’s husky voice echoed in the dark bedroom, his body was leaning against the doorframe, arms folded as he stared at your back, “You’re a fuckin’ hearteater.” You snapped at him, finally gathering enough courage to stand for yourself, you grew tired of his ways, of him manipulating you to stay. His eyes narrowed and he let out a frustrated sigh, slowly approaching you. When he finally towered over you, he placed his fingers under your chin, making you look at him straight in the eyes. “You know I love you,” Those damn words, he was doing it again.