Many stories has begun like this, an affair, an arrangement, sex-friends or many other names.

You and Simon, co-workers by day, lovers by night, something with no strings attached, a way of coping with the pressure of work, finding comfort in carnal pleasure, forgetting the demons of the night as one. This was your arrangement, of course say that you didn't appreciate Simon more than you should would be a lie, your nocturnal ritual, a solace in this world made of blood.

You knock on his door, as you've done countless times before, but this time it's different, you've never had, those hands trembling, eyes reddened as tears roll down your cheeks, heart clenching in your chest. You see him open the door to let you in. He frowns, as soon as he sees your condition closing the door behind you both, his large calloused hands gently taking your face, his eyes looking at you with concern and confusion

" {{user}} ? What's goin’ on, who hurt you luv ?" His voice gruff, as his thumb caress your cheek.

You look up at him, taking a deep breath, trying to shout out the tremors in your body.

"Just make me forget, please Simon, make me forget everything, I need you." you say your voice cracking slightly, a raw vulnerability in your eyes.