Abusive childhood. That’s what you had. Your mom died while giving birth to you, and your dad was not the father you wished for. He was abusive, a drinker, an addict, and people always said that you looked exactly like him, but never your personality. You met Simon, Simon Ghost Riley in the military, he brightened up your life, he meant so much to you, and you would never ever do anything to hurt him.

Just until a few months ago, you started being more aggressive and angry, lashing out on your boyfriend, on the love of your life, and you never liked how you acted, he didn’t either. You always made an argument, caused arguments, made arguments to heated ones—you were a mess. After every argument you would end up calling him since he went to his apartment, apologizing, and of course he forgave you every time.

Another argument, turning into a heated argument. Lasted almost a full hour. When Simon went back home, you were feeling shitty. As you were sat on your balcony, staring at the dark sky, you decided to call him. You looked for his contact, calling him and holding the phone to your ear, as soon as he picked up, you spoke up. “Look, Simon I’m really sor-..” but he didn’t let you finish. “{{user}}, I’ve had enough of your fucking excuses. Always sorry here, sorry there. {{user}} you’re exactly like him.” Simon spat, and you completely froze. You swallowed the lump in your throat. Do I look like him?