Chapter 1: Simon

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Laying in bed beside Simon felt natural. Having known him since childhood made everything feel safe, comforting even. I loved him. Not as a boyfriend, but as a soulmate. The one where I couldn't live without. 

I rolled over and faced Simon with a grin, as he wrapped his muscular arms around me. 

"Ya know, Angelina Wright, you'll be the death of me," He said, as a let out a small giggle. Little did we both know that he was telling the truth, but for now, we laughed it off lightheartedly. 

That was the type of relationship we had. We never took things seriously, and laughed everything off. Simon knew when to knock it off though, he knew his boundaries. He knew how to comfort me when I was sad, and he knew how to make me laugh to cheer me up afterwards. Like I said, I loved him, and he loved me. 

He brushed a strand of blonde hair out of my face, before gently kissing my forehead. I blushed and swatted at him. 

"Hey, knock it off," I said jokingly, as I shoved him gently. He responded with a sigh, and sat up. What was up with him? 

"I should probably get going," he said grumpily, as he stood up. Had I ruined his mood? What had I done? I shrugged it off, and sighed. It was Simon, he was probably just grumpy from lack of sleep. It was 1 am, and he hated staying up on school nights. 

"Later," I said softly, as I rolled up into my fluffy blankets. I watched him walk to my bedroom door, and open before he called over his shoulder, "Later," and left.


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