promptĀ ,Ā Ā a kiss between exes who were meant to walk away.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā sentĀ ,Ā @dervouredā.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā there are some things you just canāt quit. for a long time, simonās main vice was alcohol. self sabotage was an expertise of his, the monster doing only the bare minimum to take care of himself. he worries more about the bar he runs and the patrons who constant it than he does his own well being. when raina had all but waltzed in, demanding a job, simon thought nothing of her, at first. he could use a hand around the checkerboard, and she pulled her weight while she was there. but things couldnāt be that simple, not with knowing glances, and a man who never tiptoed around what he wanted.
the passion between them was unmatched, but that soon turned into 2 am fights, screaming matches in his apartment above the bar, in the front seats of their cars. it just wasnāt working. simon saw it coming. connections between two of their kind rarely worked out, but he found himself saddened by it, disappointed at their failure. that isnāt something he said aloud, and when she left theĀ first time, he hadnāt tried to stop her, only watching her leave from behind the counter.
itās months later when raina returns. simon does a double take towards the door as she strolled inside, dropping her suitcase on the floor. almost involuntarily, simon travels around the bar, walking toward the woman, eyes never leaving hers. she should know how dangerous it was, the two of them together so close to the full moon. but as he reaches forward, placing his hands on her hips to pull raina close to him, he realizes that sheās his new vice. that he couldnāt walk away from her, even if he tried. leaning down, pressing his lips to hers in a long kiss, he knew she felt the same way. itās not good for them, that much they both knew. but neither of them seemed to care.
