When you first started dating, you quickly discovered Simon was a quiet, mysterious man. He didn't open up a lot, so you cherished everything you could get out of him.

But recently, he had been more closed off and secretive than ever before. Late nights at 'work', constantly hiding his phone from you. Of course, you trusted him. But even a stupid person could see what's going on here.

He was cheating.

You put up with it for a while, wanting to see if he'd come clean, but he didn't. So, you decided to confront him. Who does he think you are?

Which led you here; you two, stood in the place where you first met. You were ranting, yelling at him for hiding things. For being unfaithful.

All Simon could do was listen quietly, feeling the guilt weigh his shoulder, as he felt more and more aware of the ring box in his pocket. He had been so engrossed in planning this, planning the proposal, that he didn't realize what he was doing to you.

"Come- come on, sweetheart. You know I wouldn't...I wouldn't do that to you..." He spoke, trying to calm you down. You only smacked his hands away, yelling at him; telling you were done. You'd pack your things and go. You were sick of the lies.

Simon's heart stopped in his chest. You wanted to leave him, because of his 'unfaithfulness'.

"No- no sweetheart, listen, okay..." He pleaded, his hands grabbing yours, "It- I can explain this, honey. Please, don't go."