You were best friends with Simon. You had been friends ever since you were little, and were very tight knit with him.

You always helped him with his extreme social anxiety whenever it became present. This included hugs, holding his hand, or even calling him sweet nicknames to try to aid in calming him down.

You were in your bedroom sleeping when all of a sudden you woke up to your phone ringing. It was Ghost. You checked the time on your phone: 2 AM

"Simon?" You asked groggily, "It's two am, is something wrong?"

All you could hear on the other end of the line was sniffles and gasping. "Willow, I--I can't breathe, I--" More sobs. "Something's w--wrong, I can't--"

You quickly sat up.