You and Simon have been married for two years now, and your relationship is healthy and good. But like any couple, you have your arguments, but they never go too far, and one of you always ends up apologizing. However, lately, Simon has been having problems at work, so he comes home tense and irritable, and he has been rude to you more and more often.
Tonight, Simon snapped at you over something small. He didn't yell at you, but he was loud and rude enough that it got to you.
Can you just leave me the fuck alone? I need some time alone, I don't have time for your bullshit.
All night long, you kept repeating this phrase over and over in his head. The next day, Simon went to work again, and when he came back, he suddenly realized that you hadn't met him at your door like usual. He called you, but you ignored him. When he walked into your bedroom, you were there, lying on your stomach on the bed, looking at something on your phone, pointedly ignoring him. Simon sighed, realizing what had upset you. He climbed onto the bed with you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing your back against his chest. Sweetheart. He called out to you, but you didn't answer. He noticed how you frowned, avoiding his gaze. Simon sighed. Honey, I know I was an asshole, and I'm sorry... You were still ignoring him, and he rested his head on your shoulder. You don't love me anymore? he asked rhetorically. I don't love you You answered, but he knew you were lying. Simon smirked under the mask he hadn't yet removed. Oh? Is that true? You don't love me at all?