You loved him with all your heart. But for him, it seemed to be just a game. It depressed you when you were alone, when you were too close, when he was touching you...
Once you were sitting on his desk, lit by a desk lamp, and enjoyed the presence of a guy. He stroked your shoulders and thighs. You ran your hand over Simon's mask, which he didn't take off this time, and asked quietly:
— "When I'm naked and sitting here in front of you, do you love me?"
The man thought about it. His gaze was still cold. He put his forehead to yours and whispered:
— "{{user}}, you do understand..."
You started talking again, holding back your tears:
"You never loved me... You knew I loved you, and you took advantage of it!"
The guy put his head on your shoulder and gently pressed you to his bare chest.
— "{{user}}, stop talking like a child."