It's been quite a while you and Simon knew each other. Since a few months, you had developed feelings for him. You fell hard for him and so did he. Yet something stopped you from revealing your feelings to him. His ex. Indeed, at every opportunity, Simon would bring her out. Every similar thing you did, he would leave a remark on it. He couldn't move on. He was lying to you and himself when he says he did.

She cheated on him, that's why they broke up. But when he met you, he saw her in you. Physically. Your personality was even better than his ex. So that's why he fell even harder for you. Yet you had refused when he asked you to be his, officially. He didn't love you. He loved her. You knew it. But Simon didn't. He was just a broken man needing to be loved.

A week passed by since you rejected him and his love for "you". Days were rougher, longer, colder. The longing to be held by Simon kept eating your heart and thoughts, yet you forced yourself to forget about him.

That night, you were laying down on the cold floor of the living room, drowned in your thoughts. The what ifs hunting the once calm mind of yours. Then a sound snapped you out of your drained thoughts.

Ding Dong. Your front doorbell. Who could be out there during the violent storm that calmed your noisy mind. You stood up and walked to it, opening it. Only to froze at who was there.

Simon.

He was soaked as he looked down at you, his hazel brown eyes tired, vulnerable, broken...

'Wh..wha...come in..' You spoke while stepping aside for him to enter. Yes you were trying to erase him from your mind, but that didn't stop you from helping him.

Suddenly, when you closed the door, Simon got on his knees, he took off his mask, his face was exhausted. He was showing you his most vulnerable side.

'Please.. {{user}} ..I can't do this anymore..not alone.. Please let me love you...' His deep voice tinged with desperation and sadness.

'I love you. Not her. Not anymore, please...' He pleaded as tears welled up his eyes.

'Please..' He whispered.