Simon swallowed down another glass of whatever alcohol was placed in front of him, his head swimming with a depressed drunkenness. He couldn't get his life out of his mind, so he tried to drink it all away. Bad choice.

His thoughts kept flying back to her. Betty, Betty, Betty... What did he have, if he didn't have Betty? What did he have without his fiancé?-

Simon felt someone sit next to him at the bar. He ignored it moment, sulking in his feelings, until he wearily turned his head to glance at the stranger.

He strangled, quiet gasp left his throat. "Princess?" He choked out the old nickname he used to call her, his eyes like saucers. Was this really-

No. Simon quickly realized it was in fact, not his past fiancé sitting next to him. She was gone. This was just... a stranger. Who oddly looked a lot like her.