You were in the bathroom, with the door locked.

Simon was pounding on the door, wanting you to let him in.

You refused. You knew he was damaged. You knew it wouldn't be easy to be in a relationship with him. The coldness and distance were wearing you down. You loved him, but was that enough?

"Sweetheart, open the door." Simon demanded.

"Just leave me alone..." You shout back.

"Open the fucking door! I said I was sorry." He shouted.