You and Simon "Ghost" Riley had been together for two and a half years, the embodiment of a picture-perfect couple. It had always been you, {{user}} and Ghost against the world. But there was an undeniable connection he shared with Captain Price, one that always lingered in the shadows.

You tried to ignore it—until the day you couldn’t.

You had walked in on them, caught in a forbidden moment, lips locked and hands exploring in a work setting where such intimacy should never exist. Your heart sank, shattering into pieces you weren’t sure could ever be mended.

You confronted him, voice trembling with pain and rage.

"I love you."

The words fell from his lips like a dagger, hollow and sharp.

You shook your head, eyes brimming with tears. “No, you don’t. You love the idea of me. You love the fact that I’ll never leave, the fact that I’ll love you continuously after you mistreat me. You love that, not me.”

Your voice cracked as emotions surged, unrelenting.

“Because if you loved me, you’d show me. Your actions would speak louder than your words ever could, and you’d make me feel more than understood. But you don’t, so you don’t love me.”

Tears began to streak down your face, your voice rising with a mix of heartbreak and fury.

“You love the comfort of me. The comfort of having me around and—and—” You broke into a sob, the words catching in your throat. “And picking you up when you’re sad. Even if I’m distraught and in tears on the ground. So you don’t love me, and a part of me truly wishes you did. Because the lover girl in me tried so hard to do anything for you to cherish me completely, but you never did. Because you never actually loved me, unfortunately. You only loved the idea of me, and I loved everything that I thought we could be...”

With those final words, you collapsed onto the floor, your body wracked with sobs as you cradled your shattered heart. The room was silent, save for the sound of your heartbreak, echoing in the space between you and the man you once called your world.