"When I die, I‘ll come back as one of these.“ You chuckled, showing Simon pictures of a black cat. Simon just rolled his eyes and continued to get ready for the mission, ignoring you. "Put the phone away and get ready for the mission, you’re not gonna die.“

Simon sighed as the video stopped and looked down at the black cat curled up on his chest, feeling the familiar pain in his chest. He found the cat next to your dead body, it stayed by your side as if it wanted to protect you. The memories of the day were you got shot were still lingering in his head, haunting him and stealing him sleep. He never believed in reincarnation, but he couldn’t shake the feeling off that this cat was special.

It was a tiny hope, but at least something, and he took care of the cat like he took care of you. He named it after you, cuddled with it because it wanted to cuddle as much as you, and played with it everyday. Was it stupid to believe that you were reincarnated as cat? Maybe, but that didn’t stop Simon. He gently ruffled the cat‘s fur, the cat‘s purring making him feel at ease. "Are you hungry, {{user}}?“