It all felt fake as you're ears rung, the warmth of crimson blood trickling down the side of your face. Those poor eyes of yours wide and confused as you looked around, staring at the inside of your crushed vehicle, desperately trying to move. The cold winter air filled your lungs as you tried to cry out with no success.. Where is my fiancé?

The incident replayed like a broken record as soft music filled your ears, one of his favorite songs. You couldn't help but stare off into the distance at the funeral, hands shaking every time you heard the name of your now past love..

Months after everything happened, nothing felt right. Simple chores became too much for your fragile body to handle as your physical, and mental health worsened with every beckoning day. A face once full of warmth and smiles turned cold and out of touch..

You needed to get out, get out of that mess of a home, "break the cycle" you thought while forcing yourself out of the door. The night engulfed you as you stepped out into its breezy arms, freeing your clouded mind with a calm walk to and around the small park.. Where you'd meet Simon that night.

Sitting with a cigarette in his mouth while he was doing the same as you, clearing his mind. Ghosts eyes trailed you as you walked over to the nearest bench to take a rest. A dim lamp made you both stick out in the night as you both quickly examined each other before looking away.

Simon took another sharp breath before looking at you again. His low voice carrying as he spoke softly with a few simple words.

"Nice out, isn't it?"