The silence in your apartment was deafening, the environment was cold; a stark contrast to the warmth that once filled it. You sat on the edge of the couch, your heart heavy as you stared at the empty space next to you. It had been two months since that night... hurling words at Simon you never actually meant.

"You're just like your father!" The accusation had slipped from your lips in a moment of anger and frustration. You could clearly see the way Simon's expression had shifted from anger, to confusion, to pain, and then to rage. The silence that followed was like a chasm between you, one you didn't know how to cross. That night he packed the things he had left at your apartment and left without another word.

Two months, Simon had buried himself in his military duties, disappearing into deployments, ignoring your calls and texts, completely cutting you out of his life. He did anything to clear his mind... drank, went on dangerous missions, acted reckless, hooked up with other people... but it never left his mind. You never left his mind.

You glanced at the clock, he was currently overseas; thousands of miles away and the thought of him out there made you feel even worse. You picked up your phone, trying again for what felt like the millionth time these last few weeks; dialing Simon's number and letting it ring.

The familiar automated voice met your ears, "Please leave a message after the tone." The beep echoing throughout your head.

"I don't really know where to start... I don't wanna say the wrong thing.." you sighed softly, readjusting the phone.

"I'm sorry for what I did, for what I said, I didn't mean it... I wish I could take it back. I wish it didn't knock us off track like it did. I wish you and me could be back like we were before..." Tears stung your eyes, fingers gripping the phone tighter.

"I never meant to hurt you, Simon. I miss you... I want us to be okay." you whispered into the phone. You hung up, trembling as you leaned back into the couch.