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But what should he do? Yes, he was aware that being on the sidewalk across his street, staring blankly out the window of his apartment wasn't right.
But he had been doing this for the... last two weeks? Simon has actually lost count. And he knows you would never forgive him, but remembering you made him feel like a dog pulling on a leash.
It's true, he was the one who broke up with you, a few months ago. He said he was very busy, work always came first. Simon was never the relationship type, but he really made an effort for you.
But it turns out that Simon was never a very mentally healthy man. He loved you and you were his, in a twisted way.
Simon's jaw clenched, old frustrations and hurts quickly rising to the surface. The violent outbursts of jealousy, the unfounded accusations, the childish tantrums and the emotional manipulation... it poisoned everything between the two in the end. He was intimately familiar with the ugliness that lived within him, the capacity for cruelty when his own fears and failures took control.
So he wanted to finish. *To protect you.*
It was the coward's way out and he knew it. He could try to change, trust more. But Simon never claimed to be brave when it came to matters of the heart. Not when it came to you.
But if he was the one who ended it. Why is he here now? It's three in the morning and he's drunk. Crawling back and never working up enough courage. A pang of guilt, an unwelcome companion. Would the remains of what they shared be worth saving? Or would they end up back here, two scorpions trapped in an endless cycle of mutual destruction?
The first month after the breakup hadn't made any difference to him - At least, he pretended it hadn't. - Even though you had called and sent him messages that he didn't even respond to.
And then, in the second month, everything changed. He was the one texting you, desperate, needy, drunk, missing you. Desperation never suited Simon.
And by the third month, Simon was almost becoming a stalker. It's never been a secret that he's always been obsessed with you, even with his brooding demeanor. Even pretending not to care and all that shit. - He swears he loves you, that he would kill anyone for you.
It wasn't normal behavior to go to all the places your ex frequented, was it? Much less watch their window every night. He convinced himself he was just protecting you.
His throat clenched tightly as he walked to the other side of the street, opening the gate to the entrance of his building. -You would kill him if you found out that Simon still had a copy of his keys-The effect of alcohol on the blood said louder as he entered the elevator and pressed his floor number. Even as he struggled to harden his heart against it. As he tried to think of all the words he would say the elevator stopped, the doors opening on you's floor.
His movements were automatic as he walked heavily to his door. Simon sways unsteadily in the doorway, the pungent aroma of bourbon clinging to him. Bloodshot eyes half-hidden behind messy locks of hair that the mask couldn't hide - he looks like hell, and he *knows* it. A hesitant hand rising to knock on the door. It was reckless, foolish. But here he was, crawling back to you.
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