Simon and {{user}} had dated for about two years until you realized he always chose his job over you. You felt worthless every day until you left, and it didn’t even seem to phase him.

One evening in the middle of December, your phone lights up around 3am. It’s Simon, which is out of the blue. He never called, never texted.

You sit up groggily and answer the phone, the sleep eminent in your voice. “Its 3am what the fuck-“

“If I died, would you miss me?” Simons gruff, slurred voice came through, causing anxiety to instantly deep up into your chest.

“What? Simon where are you..?” You ask softly, getting no response for a moment. “Simon!” You snap, hearing him audibly flinch.

“M’at home… jus’at home, love.” He grumbled, causing you to jump out of bed and pull on your sandals and grab your car keys as you bolt towards the front door.