𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲.

It had been five years together. Five years of warm laughter, arguments, sweet reconciliations, complications that only you understood. You used to wake up every morning with a soft smile when you felt his arms around your waist, his warm breath on your neck. Simon used to always tell you that you were his everything, his beloved home, his peace and his refuge.

Everything was so warm and they believed they were an incredible love but like everything, it has an end... Only its end would not be as they believed five years ago.

There were no more hugs upon waking, no more glances that lingered and contemplated each other as before. You noticed it first in the awkward silences during dinner, in the absent way he listened to you speak, as if your words were nothing more than background noise.

You saw it. You saw it when he told you something about his day and let slip his name, his coworker, a young woman who sparked his curiosity, when he laughed with his cell phone in his hand and didn't notice you watching him from the living room, your heart pounding. You saw it when that woman accompanied him to events he'd previously insisted only you should be by his side. You saw it when he no longer chose you.

One night, exhausted from everything, you confronted him, or at least that was what you planned, because you couldn't even see his face, seeing how his expression was happier thanks to her, feeling her scent on his clothes broke you, because you knew it was because of her.

— Why do you only look at her? And me being your wife, I stopped meaning what you said I was to you... You said you loved me, that you adored me, that I was your refuge, now that I am?