It was so hard for Simon to see you like this, smiling with a different guy every other week, crying on his shoulder the next because said excuse of a man hurt you, used you, couldn’t see your true worth.

He tried to keep it all in, stay by your side as the loyal friend that he was, absorbing all your pain, just to end up doubling his own. They didn’t know they were holding the sun in their hands, shadowing and dulling your light with their shitty, narcissistic behaviour. They wouldn’t let you shine like he would’ve, if you’d given him the chance.

You had a little tradition with Simon, that was going to the movies once a month, picking the ugliest title and just go watch it to comment on how bad it was. He’d asked you to go that weekend, but you had said no, saying you were going back to your parents for the weekend, when really you had another date, and just didn’t want to make him feel bad.

You thought your plan was going to work out fine and smooth, until you and Simon made eye contact at the theatre, and he saw another guy’s arm around your shoulder. He’d stormed out, and you’d followed after him, yelling at him to stop. It was pouring outside, your clothes quickly turning soaking wet as you ran to Simon, taking ahold of his arm to make him turn around.

“I’m sorry!” You apologised, your breath heavy after all the running. “I didn’t want you to feel bad and-”

“Bad?” He yelled, snatching his arm free of your grip, pinning you in place with a ferocity in his eyes you’d never seen before. “You lied to me, {{user}}! You would rather spend your time with some guy who can’t see past your body, rather than the only one who’s been yearning for a crumb of your attention? How do you think I feel, watching from the sidelines? Watching them do all the things I would do right, if you only gave me the chance to do so?”