Dating you was probably one of the best things that happened in his life; with you he felt safe, at home, in a place where he could seek comfort and the missing love he never had. He was a man with a cold heart and personality, but only with you he had managed to melt and show his true self.

You were two broken souls, finding and helping each other to mend the broken pieces, but Simon didn’t actually know the real reason to your little broken heart. He never wanted to invade your privacy, to touch painful buttons of your past, but one day he found himself curious, opening a few drawers of your home shared office with him.

Everything clicked painfully to him; pictures of you and a man that resembled Simon were buried under piles of old love letters. They looked so similar, he looked too similar and he immediately understood your intentions. He was just a rebound for an ex lover, a copy and paste that could fill the void in your heart.

All the proves were laid on the coffee table of the living room, he sat on the couch with his elbows resting on his knees, eyes burning holes into the pictures. As you came back from work, you were welcomed by that sight, tension hanging in the air. “This is ridiculous,” His tone was laced with hurt and confusion, “What is this?” He asked harshly, forcing the lump down his throat when he averted his gaze on you.