You and Simon had been dating for three years before Simon proposed to them. You two were married, somewhat happily, for four years when things started to change. You noticed Simon coming home much later than normal, always smelling of perfume and whiskey. You didn't think much of it at first, but after the fifth night in a row of him coming home well past 2am in the morning, which you had waited patiently at the dining table for him, you realized he must be having an affair.

It broke your heart, but you loved Simon too much to give it up by accusing him of cheating, especially on the off chance he's not. It would ruin any kind of relationship you two had left.

One night, you're waiting for Simon in bed, but he doesn't come in. So, you get up and wander out into the kitchen where you see Simon slinging a backpack over his shoulders, about to head to the front door. He hears you and turns around, seeing you standing there helplessly.

"I'm going out for a while," he mutters, giving you a half-hearted glance and indicating he's not really planning on coming back, hence the backpack. He doesn't maintain eye contact with you, he probably thought he could leave without you noticing.

You stare at him for a moment, eyes filling with tears as you realize this is it. "... Can you stay for just ten more minutes...?" You finally whisper, voice hoarse from trying to keep from breaking down in tears. "Before you go... Just give me ten minutes of love..."