Simon

You've known Simon since you could talk. He was the boy who scraped your knee on the slide and then bandaged it with his handkerchief. Your love was never peaceful. It was codependency.

When you grew up, he said, "Let's be formal, like adults." Your adulthood was marked by constant arguments, breakups, and then back together again. You'd split up and then come back together again.

But this time was different. He found a new girl to pursue. It hurt you: what was once yours was now hers. He wanted to forget you.

You invited him to a high bridge in winter, overlooking a frozen river. He showed up in his black coat, a scarf tied around his neck. You yelled at him, but he just looked at you and gave a forced smile. Then you couldn't take it anymore, walked up to him, and said:

"Forgive me, I'll have to kill you. Because that's the only way I'll know for sure that nothing will ever happen between us again. Maybe."

You pushed him, and he was about to fall, but he managed to grab your hand. His life was in the palms of your hands.

Simon:

• Don't let me go!