Simon sat in his den and finished the bottle of gin he'd been nursing with a hearty gulp. Everything was falling apart for him; it felt like the end of the world. After having much debate between himself, he'd told Terri that it was over. The relationship hadn't been much or meant that much to him, but it was something. It had, by far, been the longest relationship he'd had, and things were all relatively friendly between them. If it hadn't been for that friendly air between them, they might have still been together.
Terri wasn't stupid, she knew that he had feelings for another, but she chose to ignore it and make the best out of a bad situation. Even if Simon didn't truly love her, he still cared about her and he respected her. So rather than have her waste her time, love, and effort, he wanted her to be with someone who truly loved her and worshipped the ground that she walked upon.
"Terri, sweetheart, I need to talk to you."
"Sure Simon," she said, sitting down with a smile.
"If I ask you something, will you promise to tell me the absolute truth?"
"Promise?"
"Do you feel like you're being cheated out of a decent relationship?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, do you think our relationship is all that it could be?"
"Honestly?"
"Yes."
"No."
"I thought as much."
"Do you love her more than you love me?"
"Honestly?"
"Yes."
"Yes. Do you sometimes wish that you weren't with me so you could be with someone you truly loved?"
"Yes. Did you ever really care about me?"
"Yes, and I still do; that's why I've been asking you all of these questions."
"Why are you telling me all of this now?"
"Because I want you to be with someone you truly love and someone who truly loves you."
"Simon?"
"Yes?"
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"Helping both of us to stop living a lie."
The next day, Simon helped Terri gather her things and pack them.
"You know that you can stay here as long as you need to, right?"
"Yes, but I think it would be the best for the both of us if I went now."
So, here he sat, in an empty house, but that didn't bother him much because for once in his life he did something for the sake of the betterment of someone else's life. But it did bother him on some nights, but recent events had made the loneliness worse and played a more definite role in it.
It had been a week prior, and he'd gotten a tip-off that Paula would be presenting him an award at the GQ benefit.
'This is perfect,' he thought. 'I can tell her about the breakup personally and before the madness of American Idol starts.'
So, he went to all extents to swoon her over at first sight. He had his hair clean cut, was freshly shaven, waxed, and ordered a custom tailored suit from his good friend Giorgio Armani.
He rolled up at the event, fashionably late, of course, in his sleek Maserati. As he handed the keys to the valet and turned towards the red carpet, he saw her. She was clad in a simple black spaghetti strap top with a see-through design on the front, and black pants. He felt his manhood jump excitedly, and he knew that it was going to be a hell of a night; certainly an understatement.
