"Goodbye, Simon Lewis." The preacher finished, wrapping up his impossibly long goodbye. My heart was already broken for my lost love, I didn't need to hear a complete stranger talking about him to me. It hurt. It hurt so bad. I pulled my black lace cloth back to my face, pushing past my veil carefully. I looked like a widow, though technically Simon and I had never married. I was holding my black gloves in one hand, my big, shiny ring still on my finger. I wore a tight black dress that flared slightly at the knees with a black trench coat over it. I only wore a pearl necklace and pearl earrings as accessories. My purse was a giant pink bag filled with baby supplies, so I left it in my car. It felt just wrong to bring that to a funeral, especially to my fiancé's. Around me, my family watches silently, not even knowing the gone. Dead. The love of my life was dead.
"Now is the time for the will. Simon said he wanted it read dramatically, at his funeral." He smiled ruefully, taking out a paper from the stand in front of him. "To start, his money will be left to his wife, but in this case it will be given to his daughter, since she is his only relative living. His home and belongings will be sold and given to the caregiver of his daughter. His jewelry goes to Isabelle Lightwood." He said, not really having much of a list. "Now, the daughter goes to the wife or girlfriend of Simon." I knew this was coming. I mean, his daughter is sitting on my lap right now! I loved this girl like my own. She was the only reason I ever saw Simon smile. I loved her, truly. She was my daughter already.
"Will the love join me up here?" He asked and I stood, trying to see over the head of the baby and under my thick veil.
"Hello. Welcome to Lightwood Café!" I chimed, looking up when the bells rang. Standing there was Simon Lewis, from high school.
"Isabelle?" He asked, startled. I hadn't seen him in ages. He looked good. Real good.
"Simon!" I grinned, getting out from behind the counter to hug him. There he was, a taller, less nerdy version of my high school crush. "What brings you to San Antonio?" I feel a natural smile fall into place, as it does whenever I am near him.
"I just moved here. I got the house on Burnet. I had no idea you lived here!" He smiled, pushing his glasses up his nose and shifting his magazine behind him. But not before I saw the title. Gage Magazine.
"Huh." I sighed. "Really? All of my family lives here, and we are pretty noticeable. You know, we have a whole section every month in Gage Magazine. You know, the company that my parents started own it." I smiled wickedly.
"Okay." He says sheepishly. "I may have figured it out after I moved here..." He laughs awkwardly as I break into giggles, clutching onto the pastry display case. "So," he attempts to change the subject, "I had no idea you liked to cook."
"Oh god no!" I laughed out. "I can't cook worth crap! I just work the counter and pay the bills. My brother-in-law and sister-in-law are both great chefs, so they taught my chef the recipes. In case you can't tell, my family has a huge impact on my businesses. That painting is by my sister-in-law Clary. I have a boutique upstairs that sells her art and my brother's boyfriend's clothes. He is a fashion designer." I giggle a little. My family is so bizarre.
"This place is four stories." Simon comments absentmindedly.
"I live in the top two." I replied, sitting down and gesturing for Simon to join me. We sat there all day, chatting and catching up. By the end of our conversation, it was midnight and I had already closed the café.
"When can we meet up again?" I asked, just as I finished stacking the chairs on the tables.
"Actually, I wanted to ask you on a date on Friday." He said, clearly embarrassed.
"Its a plan." I smiled, walking to that I was right in front of him.
"Its a date." He sounded so excited, I couldn't help it. I kissed him once on the lips.
'Its a date' was written on the bracelet he gave me for our 1 year anniversary. It chimed lightly as I walked down the street into my family reunion. The cousins, the siblings, the family-by-extensions, and everyone else were all there. When I walked in, a chorus of 'Isabelle' went around, filling up the space. Then silence. There was Simon on his knees, a shiny ring pointed up at me.
"Isabelle Lightwood. Would you do me the honors-" He started, but didn't even get to the question before I started jumping up and down and kissing him.
"Yes! Yes yes yes yes! A million times yes!" I squealed, happy to finally be his.
"You cheated on me!" I cried, pulling myself away from his pleading grasp. "You didn't even tell me! I would have forgiven you, but this... Simon! How am I supposed to get over this?" My eyes filled with tears. "We were supposed to get married! We were going to have children! And now what? Are you going to go marry her instead?" I shook my head wildly, not even caring what kind of a fool I looked like.
"You don't understand! She was dying! I thought that you would-" I turned wickedly, pushing him out of my way just to slam the door behind me. Simon opened it back up, his face blank. "It gets worse. I got her pregnant." He whispers, waiting for my anger.
"Leave. Leave and never come back." I said, my voice low and severe. "Leave and never get over me. Leave knowing you broke my heart for some dying slut. Leave and never be happy, for all I care. Leave and go burn in hell!" I started screaming, moving my arms jerkily to push him out of my house.
It took a million roses to make up for what he had done, but I had forgiven him flaws and all. Really, it took the face of Thalia to change my mind and take him back. Her mother had died hours after birth, still lying in that bed. But Thailia was perfect. A flawless little baby with curly coppery brown hair and blue eyes, all dimples and cooing noises. I was going to be her stepmother in the fall. And then the fall happened. Simon fell down two flights of stairs with no one to know. And Simon died of head injury.
And now I forgive him fully.
At least I did.
And then the other girl came.
They asked for the love, and she stood up, too.
He cheated on me, once again.
And it was going to cost me my baby.
And the girl stood up.
And didn't back down.
But now I know why all of this happened.
Simon was the best mistake I would ever make.
I got a new love because of him.
I got a daughter.
Then he broke my heart.
But I got another love.
Which led to another daughter.
And my heart healed, without him.
Simon Lewis, I didn't thank you at the time, but I thank you now. You got me my blossom, and then my springtime.
I won't say more. I can't say more. Goodbye, Simon Lewis. The ass that broke my heart.
AN/ Sorry. I had no way how to end this chapter. The next one will be what happens in Maia's POV. Maybe I should right a prequel sort of thing that is a broken Sizzy story. That would be cool, but I am working on so many stories right now so...
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