regret weighed heavily on your shoulders as you trekked through the streets still wearing the body tight dress and heels from the previous night. your aching body feeling the consequences caused from hours of drinking and dancing before stupidly waking up in another mans bed. the soft yellow of the morning sun glimmered against your freshly shed tears and streaky makeup while a few of your fingers traced the fresh bruises left by the stranger on your neck and collarbones

keeping the secret seemed to be the better option in your hazy state. why shatter the years built with simon over a misjudged, meaningless night with a stranger who’s name you couldn’t remember to fill a void created by the long periods simon was away from you?

the quiet early morning inside the confides of the house was broken by rustling then eventually the approaching footsteps of simon. you’d expected him to still be away deployed, not stood before you giving a questioning look as he gazed over your lacking outfit and the bruises, while he expected you to still be tucked up in the shared bed upstairs unaware of the surprise early return back home