You and Simon were arguing and bickering about something stupid that didn’t even matter, again. You loved Simon but there was always something that drove you two into arguments.

One day Simon had finally snapped and slapped you across the face, he wasn’t aware of how hard he slapped you from how mad he was but when he saw you run into our bedroom and slam it closed he snapped back to reality.

You locked the door and started packing things in a suitcase as Simon ran to the door “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to.. Please open the door darling..” You heard a small crack in his voice.

Wait, was he crying? "Love... {{user}}, please I just want to talk with you- I-I know I'm not the best at... communication... but please."

It sounded like the word communication was an entirely new word to him and it was his second time ever saying the word. You trembled as you looked at the red mark on your cheek in the mirror. You'd been dating Simon for over a year and you were in between leaving him completely and hearing him out.