Simon dreaded this feeling swelling inside of him. He knew the day would come sooner or later, but he kept on pushing and pushing it until his head would explode: the guilt of not telling you was eating him alive.

It was early spring, the greenery coming out slowly from the melting snow and ice, days getting brighter and longer also coming with the knowledge that summer vacation was soon upon. It also meant that you'd be graduating and Simon wouldn't be there to see it. He would be long gone in a military base somewhere starting boot camp with other new recruits enrolled in the British Army. It was his dream after all, to get away from his shit family life and house and start fresh somewhere where no one would know him, no one could put a name to his face. It did however come with the downside of also leaving you behind him, but as much as it ate him alive, he knew you'd be better off without him anyway.

Him and you were currently at your dorm room, he was keeping you company and helped you study for the upcoming finals, holding up flashcards for you as the two of you sat on opposite ends of your small bed. Once he drew the last flashcard and you answered it successfully, he sighed and contemplated on telling you about everything.

But seeing your innocent eyes, so bright and happy looking back at him, it made him bite his tongue every. single. time.

"So... what do you want to practice next?" He asked meekly, buying himself time he knew he didn't have.