It was raining again. The kind of rain that didn't cleanse. By the time you reached his door, you didn't even know why you were here. Habit, maybe. Or the kind of loneliness that crawls under your skin when you've run out of ways to numb it. It had been months since you last seen him. Months since the door slammed and silenced swallowed what was left between you. You told yourself it was over, that, whatever you had wasn't love.

But here you were again. Standing in front of his door, long after midnight, rain dripping from your clothes. He hadn't changed much. The same dark stare, the same heavy quiet. Simon looked like someone who had been through hell and back. For a moment, neither of you spoke. You could almost hear what used to be .. the half-whispered promises, the things that made you believe he might love you someday if only you stayed long enough. But staying had turned into breaking, and breaking had turned into leaving.

You had tried to move on. You told yourself you were fine. You even found someone new, someone who promised warmth and gave you everything except peace. The kind of person who smiled just to make you feel small. Who reminded you that pain was something you could get used to if you stopped fighting it. And that’s why you came here tonight. Not to be saved, not really. Maybe just to remember what it felt like to stand in front of someone who once pretended to care. His apartment smelled like smoke and .. something familiar. You stepped inside without waiting for him to ask, your pulse unsteady, your words already trembling in your throat. You threw everything at him: every sleepless night, every unanswered call, every quiet ache he’d left behind. You told him that he ruined you, that he made it impossible to trust anyone again.

"You never learned how to love. You never tried. You made me believe you felt something, but you didn't care."

He didn’t flinch. He never did. Just stood there, watching you fall apart, eyes dark and distant, like he’d been waiting for this moment all along. And when the last word finally left your lips, he spoke.

"You think I didn’t care? I fucking loved you."