The day you met Simon Riley, he was being rushed to med bay with a bad wound on his leg, white as a ghost and sweating profusely. Maybe there was something wrong with you, but when you saw his dark brown eyes, his gaze hardened and firm to not let any of his pain show, you felt admiration, and strangely attracted to it, too.

You had been stationed in the same base as him, and you were supposed to stay for three months. You hadn’t planned to make friends - the traveling medic life didn’t call for them - and never you would’ve expected to develop such a bond with none other than him. Since the day you had treated him, it looked like he had taken a liking to you.

He would drop by the infirmary at night and would help you clean up, just to have a chance to talk to you. He said it was because he was grateful, since you had been so good he was brand new in only a handful of days. You didn’t mind; despite the gruff appearance and mannerism, he was actually a good man, and fun to be around.

You would try to banish any development of feelings towards him, because you knew your stay was bound to be temporary, but as the weeks went by, you found yourself falling for him. Simon had probably fallen for you the day he saw you, his angel, your head illuminated by a halo as you took care of him– most likely due to his sickly state as he lost a lot of blood, but still.

What you hadn’t expected was the way his attitude would do a full 180 once he knew you were leaving in two weeks. No more dropping by the infirmary, your smoking breaks were now spent in complete silence. You hadn’t done anything wrong, and his immature behavior had rightfully upset you.

You were able to catch him one night in the hallway, demanding to know why he had stopped talking to you. “Everything was fine, now you’re acting like a total dick!” You said, your voice not betraying how hurt you were feeling. “I thought…you liked me.” Simon scoffed in response, seemingly uncaring of your disappointment. “Must’ve given you the wrong impression, love."