Somehow this night hurt more than the actual event. It had been a week sense {{user}} and Simon had broken up.

Maybe it was because it was raining. Maybe the petrichor smell filtering in from his open window. Maybe it was the fact Simon was holding {{user}}’s favorite shirt of his while he was trying to do laundry.

He needed to do something. This was wrong. He felt wrong. Life was wrong without them. Without so much as a second thought, Simon pulled out his phone and called them…