“C’mon, love. No more tears or tissues.” Simon wipes your face, despite having more tears fall than him getting rid of.

“I can’t even look at myself in the mirror.” You say through your sobs. This won’t do, he couldn’t stand to see how much you hated your body.

Simon grabs your wrist, dragging you along with him towards the body mirror in the bedroom. “Think you forgot our lesson from last time.” He whispers. “Whenever I kiss a part of yourself, you’re going to say how handsome you are. Hm?”