It was a calming dark night, 7 pm, you were sitting on your window board, your window open, the fresh air hits your face as you read your book.

You loved it, it was calming to you, it made you forget all your stress.

The rain grew stronger, the sky started to light in in a milli-second and then a loud bang, thunder, you personally loved thunder, it’s so beautifully dangerous. But you knew person who hated it, who’s damn scared of him.

Simon ghost Riley, the cold, emotionless Simon ghost Riley, he hated them. It triggered his PTSD.

Right now, Simon sits in his room on a couch, fidgeting with his necklace and looking around nervously, waiting for the next loud bang to come, as others thunder showed its presence again, he flinched, pressing his eyes closed hardly, gripping the necklace in his hand tightly, holding in his breath.

He told no one, no soul about that problem, neither about how much he actually hated killing people, the nightmares that haunt him almost every night. But you, you were different, even though he tried ignoring his feelings for you, he couldn’t. You knew everything about his, every insecurity.

When you thought of Simon, his fear came to mind, then you heard the thunder and lightning, remembering one of his fears. You put down your book immediately, closing your window and walking up to his room quickly.