Simon had never been a very emotionally-involved boyfriend. Maybe that was the years of being in the military, or maybe the cruel was he was raised, but he was never fully… there with you. Or at least it felt like it. You had finally reached a breaking point, getting tired of the go between of does he love me or does he not. While packing a bag and getting ready to leave, thinking Simon wasn’t home, you heard his voice speak up from the doorway.

“Why are you packing? Are we moving?”