Moving on from an abusive relationship was a huge struggle you have been dealing with. You could see the same monster in every men, it terrified you to death, even a slightest sudden move made you flinch away, scared to be hurt physically all over again.

But then you met Simon, the sweetest and most mature man, always fulfilling the voids you held deep inside. Yet, even with him you kept comparing the situationship, scared that somehow it would turn out like your darkest period of your life.

Of course, Simon had always noticed your strange behaviors, always on edge, always careful with everything you did. And his suspicions were finally confirmed the moment he saw you drop accidentally a cup, your face turning into a terrified expression. He saw it, he saw the way you kept apologizing, on the verge of tears, of a breakdown, your hands shaking frantically.

“Love..” He whispered softly, kneeling down in front of you to help pick up the broken shards of the cup, his hands resting on yours with a reassuring grip, “Hey hey.. look at me. You’re safe with me.”