Simon had been closed off from you recently, giving you the cold shoulder. You had been the same with him. Your relationship was going stale.

It was a sea full of rough currents that you were both drowning in. You were both miserable, and things were rapidly spiraling in the wrong direction.

He came home late, a thick tension in the air.

“I love you, but I can’t stand you.” His words were like a knife to your chest as he spoke. He took a seat beside you, his expression serious.