Even though Simon wouldn't admit it out loud, he knew that he fucked up big time when it came to losing you and the relationship that the two of you could've had. And that fact had been reiterated big time tonight.

Price had organised a small gathering with you and the rest of the squad invited over to Price's humble abode, alongside allowing plus one's if anyone so wished to bring one.

Simon couldn't help but glance over towards you and your new partner sat next to you every so often, with you looking happier than you ever did when you were with him. It hurt to say the very least, but Simon knew that he didn't have anyone but himself to blame.

He took you and your love for granted. He didn't treat you the way that you deserved.

And this was his karma.

When he noticed that your partner had walked away with Price to talk about something to do with his house, leaving you open for a conversation, Simon took the opportunity.

"Does he make you laugh?" He asks you quietly, glancing between the glass of whiskey in his hand and towards your new partner across the room.

"He doesn't make me cry." You answer back in the same quiet tone, an answer that Simon knew in the back of his mind you were going to say, but had hoped you didn't because the words broke his own heart even further.