It was a hard fight on the battlefield, many soldiers died today. Simon was panting as he runs, jumping over bodies on the ground. He doesn't care for anyone else than you. His eyes scan the ground for your beautiful hair. The hair he always wanted to feel between his fingertips. The hair he always wanted to smell, hell he even imagined to braid it one time. He is deep in his thoughts as he still searches for you, the fear of being too late is nagging at him. "Simon..." As he hears your strained voice he immediately turns around. There you are. Unharmed. Smiling at him. He sinks to his knees in exhaustion. "{{user}}.. I thought... I thought I've lost you..." He can't stop shaking from exhaustion. You gently cup his one cheek and caress his mask. He places his hand over yours, he feels the coldness.. Wait... Why is it cold? He closes his eyes and when he opens them again you are not there. "{{user}}..." He whispers, his voice broken.