Dear Simon | miniminter [COMPLETED]

sixteen|surprise surprise

Dear Simon,

I tried, I tried to tell you. But I just couldn't.

I didn't want to break your heart, or my own.

But in the end, we make choices we don't want to take.

- Daisy.

I kept my Australian secret from Simon, the girls and everyone else but Libby for a lot longer than planned. I confided in her daily, asking for her advice on how best to tackle this situation.

She never urged me to inform Simon, she was always supportive but she never failed to remind me that it had to be done, before I left.

I never even thought about leaving Libby, she made it seem like it was simple for me to go, even though we'd lived together for a couple of years.

She was like my sister, and I'd leave my other half here, watching over Simon.

So maybe he was going to in safe hands, that didn't mean it would be any less harder to leave everything behind.

A whole month passed, where I saw Simon almost everyday, spending time with him and hanging out with the girls too, going out more with Simon to events he attended.

I joined him, I came out of my comfort zone, for him. But maybe it was because I was always feeling the guilt.

It was a way of me making up for what I was about to do to him; but even I knew nothing could make up for it— especially when I'd held it out for so long.

He continued to always ask me if I was okay, as if he sensed something was wrong but didn't want to pressure me for answers, like I'd tell him with time.

Because I was great at that.

He'd known me for so long I was surprised he hadn't already caught on. That he didn't notice a tell sign when I was nervous or lying.

It was a late Tuesday afternoon in July, when Simon sat me down in his room on his bed, saying how we needed to have a serious discussion.

We didn't have serious discussions often, we always joked around and just never had to point out things like that because things were going great, for once.

Until now.

Because whenever someone said, "We need to talk." Good news rarely ever followed.

Simon's blue eyes cast themselves on me, holding me in a fixed stare that made me slightly uncomfortable at the fact we were going to have a "serious" discussion.

I took his hand in mine, trying to calm myself down and break down the nerves that were attacking me internally.

He let out a soft sigh, a relaxing one, like he'd previously been stressed but now in my presence he was calm and at peace.