Though his job demanded his full time, he always managed to come back to you. What you two had was indescribable, a bond that no one could ever understand and always criticized — yet there was an immense love from both sides. Simon was aware that he wasn’t the right man for you, even when you insisted to love his imperfections. He only wanted the best for you, and surely he wasn’t.

You were the precious and pure pearl, he was the protective shell that held you and your pure love. It was a tough journey and you had grown to understand him, to welcome his darkest times and weakest moments. Damn, he was grateful, but he couldn’t seem to show you romantically.

So things remained that way; no commitment, no relationship, no wedding. Just you and him, loving each other unconditionally, in different ways.

And coming back after two months, away on one of the many deployments, he lurked around your empty home, looking for you with his heart in his throat. His gloved hand held a bouquet of sunflowers, which reminded him of your angelic and solar self. “Sweetheart.” He called out to you once he stood at the back door, making his return present and observing your figure from afar, sitting on the grass and surrounded by flowers. Like a fallen angel — his precious angel.