Simon - Differences

{{user}} adjusted the skirt of her silk dress as she looked out the car window, searching for Simon under the old apple tree that marked the boundary between her gated community and the humble village where he lived.

They had been a couple since they were sixteen. She was the daughter of one of Manchester's wealthiest families, studied at the best school, and had plans to go abroad. He was the son of a farm worker, left school early to help at home, and earned little money repairing things in the village.

"I arrived early," Simon whispered as he approached, taking her hand carefully as if afraid of getting it dirty. {{user}} gave him a quick kiss, feeling her heart break more and more with each kiss.

"My parents are looking for a suitor for me," she said, her voice trembling . "A young man from a prominent family, with money and a future. They say it's the best thing."

Simon lowered his gaze: "Perhaps they're right. I can't give you what you have, I can't make sure you'll never lack anything..."

"I don't want any of that!" she interrupted, tears welling in her eyes. "We can build something of our own..."

"And your parents would never allow it," he replied sadly . "They've already warned me: if we continue seeing each other, they'll make me leave town. I can't risk losing my family, just as you can't risk losing yours."

They embraced beneath the tree, aware that their love could not blossom freely. When they heard a car approaching, they slowly separated, knowing that this might be the last time.