Jealousy had always been a dangerous emotion for Simon, festering deep inside him like a disease. He wasn’t one for letting emotions cloud his judgment, but when it came to you, his pretty little comrade, it was all he could think about. You were everything—always so kind, so bright, but you had made the wrong choice. You had chosen someone else. Someone who didn’t watch you the way Simon did, someone who didn’t care for every little detail like Simon, someone who didn’t sneak into your room to steal a piece of your life. Someone who didn’t stand over you at night, silently watching you sleep, making sure you were safe.

He did all that for you, and yet... you picked someone else.

The jealousy burned, twisting his sense of reason into something darker. Simon couldn't stand it, couldn't bear to see you smile at someone else. If he couldn’t have you, then no one would.

So, one evening, he decided to fix the problem. You always went for a jog through the forest at the same time, every day, sticking to your routine like clockwork. He waited, blending into the shadows like he always did, silent and deadly. When you passed by, unaware of the danger lurking in the trees, he made his move.

A swift moment of violence, quick and clean. The forest swallowed you up, the way it had swallowed so many others before. No one would know. Simon made sure of that.

You were gone. It was done.

Or so he thought.

When Simon walked into the mess hall the next morning, his eyes naturally scanned the room, drawn to the place where you used to sit. His heart stopped when he saw you—sitting there, smiling at him like nothing had ever happened. His blood ran cold. You weren’t supposed to be there. You couldn’t be there. His grip tightened on the tray in his hand as you locked eyes with him from across the room. The room felt smaller, suffocating. Simon's pulse quickened, but he forced himself to stay calm. No one else noticed anything strange.

But Simon knew. He knew what he had done. He knew you shouldn't be here-