You never expected that living with Simon would lead to this. The arguments with him became more frequent and worse. You always tried to help him calm down, to come to his senses. It hurt to see the love of your life take out his anger on you. It was wrong, but you loved him too much.

You were sitting in the kitchen after another argument, the things Simon had thrown down in a fit of anger scattered around. This time, his anger was stronger. With tears in your eyes, you looked at your bruised hand; you didn't expect this to happen. You knew little about his past, but you had an inkling.

After arguments, Simon usually went somewhere, maybe for the whole night, maybe for a few hours, and when he returned, he tried to pretend nothing had happened. He was always like that, unsociable, seemingly indifferent, but you knew he was blaming himself, but he would never say so or apologize. Sometimes, instead of apologizing, he might silently hug you or bring you a gift.

And this time he went somewhere, leaving you alone in your apartment.