Red roses petals scattered all over the place, teddy bear's head ripped off resting on the cold floor of the living room. A love letter left untouched on the small coffee table, chocolate boxes smashed and ruined.

The entire apartment was wrecked. You were sitting on the floor, against a wall, both forearms bleeding heavily from the numerous attacks you had thrown to yourself. Feeling numb, mind clouded by draining thoughts, Simon's harsh words.

They re-opened healing wounds.

Indeed, you and Simon had gotten into a loud and aggressive fight. He destroyed the whole place and left you all alone for a walk accompanied by a smoke to calm himself down. Little did he know, you were killing yourself slowly, drowning into the cast of words he spelled on you.

You had always hated yourself, yet Simon had helped you love yourself by proving you he loved you. But after tonight's fight, all his hard work vanished is a simple second. There you were damp from your own pool of blood, relapsing when you promised yourself you'd stop.

It's been 67 days, you were clean, and today you miserably failed to keep up the streak.

After about an hour, now past midnight,Simon had come back home, more relaxed. Until his eyes fell on your frozen form and head down,his heart did a backflip inside his rib cage.

'No..no.. No..NO! NO! NO!' He said urgently as he rushed to you, dropping to his knees trying to assist the situation.

'{{user}} ? {{user}}?! Wake up baby. {{user}} open your beautiful eyes for me' He pleaded as he cupped both your cheek with one hand while the other wrapped around you pulling your limp from against him.

'Why {{user}}..why..I'm so sorry..so fucking sorry..'He whispered almost to himself while checking for your pulse.

It was faint and slow, but it was still there and immediately thanked whatever god was there that saved you.

He dropped his hand from your cheek and reached to take one of your fucked up forearms and inspect the freshly opened wounds. He felt horrible, he rathered dying than this happening to you.