“Does it hurt?” She asks sheepishly, trying to mask her smile behind a mixture of hands and hair.

“What do you think?” He replies coldly.

“I don’t know, it depends what drugs they’ve got you on.”

“They haven’t gone me on anything, apparently my records say I’m allergic to almost everything that would numb the pain. So yes it hurts, it hurts a god damn lot in fact and I’d really appreciate you not making fun of it all, after all I wouldn’t be in this spot if it wasn’t for you!” He hisses.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make fun of it, honestly. I just thought you’d be getting all the good stuff.”

“Yeah well guess what princess, everything after the happily ever after isn’t always HAPPILY EVER AFTER, is it.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Exactly what it meant to mean, look at us,” he says gesturing towards his broken and bruised body. “Or should I say, look at me. Did you even chip a nail?”

“I-I-I, I never asked you to do any of what you di…”

“BULLSHIT! You used me to do what you didn’t have the courage to do. You manipulated every choice I made, to be the one you were too scared to make yourself. I’m laying here broken because of you, and I don’t even get to enjoy the possibility of having you at the end of it.”

“W-W-What are you saying?” She asks softy, pulling her gaze away from his.

“I’m saying exactly what it sounds like. You don’t love me, you never have. The idea of what I stood for you, was a nice idea, but the actual feeing part isn’t there,” he cups her by the chin and turns her to face him. “Not by you anyway.”

Her face glows red and she pushes his hand away and gets to her feet, walking over to the window.

“It never meant to be like that, I never meant to no feel anything. I thought,” she stares out the window, into the night and lets out a stuttered breath. As she turns back to him tears run down her face, “I thought if you did all these things for me, if you achieved all the dreams I had my soul mate achieve then I would love you.”

“But you couldn’t,” he stops as his bottom lip quivers uncontrollably, “could you?”

She smiles softly as she sits by his side again and brushes his hair from his face. “Someday you will make someone a dashing prince, but sadly, even though I wished with all that I am it was me, we are not made to be.”

He turns away as the tears flow down his cheeks, “GO!” He hisses through clenched teeth.

“Please Simon, don…”

“GO!” He screams as he forces her away, tearing his arm free of its sling as she toppled to the floor. “JUST GO!”

“Please, Simon I may not love you the way you want me to, but I still love you.”

Simon looks up at her, his eyes filled with tears. “That’s the problem isn’t it, I love you too much and you don’t love me enough. I don’t regret a moment of it, I just regret I always knew this part was going to come.” He says with a soft smile.