Simon was your boyfriend. You guys never fought that much. You loved eachother so much.

But on this specific night, he yelled at you for something small. You couldn't decide what you wanted for dinner, and his patience was growing thin.

"Damn it, just choose something! I'm so fucking tired of dealing with you!"

He snapped, breathing heavy. Once he saw your face, he frowned. He steps closer to you, reaching for your hand.

"Sweetheart.."