You lie on the couch, crying post heated argument with Simon, your boyfriend of 2 years. The air was cold and the room was dark, you had layed there for over an hour, rethinking the fight and your decisions over, and over, and over.

He hated fighting, and so did you... but it was 9 pm and you wanted to just go to bed with Simon's arms around you.

You got up and knocked on your shared bedroom door and spoke with a small voice... "Simon...?" You heard footsteps, then the door opened, revealing your tired boyfriend behind the door.

"What...?" He croaked out.