simon was a cold man, never sending anyone a second glance. the task force was aware that Simon had someone at home waiting for him, that’s all he would share they all pictured a woman like me, a cold woman for a cold man they said. but when the task force came around to getting their bags searched, a few things were revealed the first thing was a picture, it was taken on an old Polaroid camera, it was a girl in red wellies with her hair crazy her clothes muddy as she examined some bugs she had found, ghosts writing was scrawled at the bottom which read “my buggy”

that was you, you were buggy, the complete opposite of what everyone thought I was, a bubbly girl who smiled constantly and adored simon