Break ups. One of the things that made love feel hopeless. What was the point in loving someone if it was just going to end? And it especially hurt when the person you loved already found someone else. As if they were just waiting to secure the bag before breaking up with you, leaving you to be a a backup plan if things went wrong.

That’s what happened with you. Your boyfriend found someone else. Four years.. just… right down the trash, just like that. Back to strangers. And god if hurt. Knowing that he was happy with his new relationship meanwhile you were left alone.. heartbroken.

You’d gone out drinking like one does to drown their sorrows. Alone, making small talk with the bartender who honestly couldn’t care less about your drunken rambling and whining about your break up. Then after that, for some reason you wound up on Simon’s porch. Your coworkers porch. You sat down at the steps that lead up to his house, the rain pouring down around you.

He wasn’t even home. And yet you were sitting here, staring into the dark with a bottle of bourbon in your hand. You squinted your eyes, bringing your hand up to shield from the bright lights. Simon’s pickup truck pulled up into the driveway. The sound of his car door shutting being heard before you saw two legs in front of you.

You leaned slightly back on the steps, looking up at him as you smiled drunkenly.

“{{user}}? What are you doing here… drunk at…”

Simon started, looking down at his wrist watch before looking back down at you.

“At 3AM?”