Sitting at the waiting room of the Brighter days Inc., Simon held in his hands the terms and conditions of the treatment he was about to get. A box filled with belongings that held memories rested on the chair next to him, memories that broke his heart every time he took a look at them. He closed his eyes, the image of you popping in his head continuously, a torture that he kept and was about to erase permanently. Permission to remove this person completely from your head. The pen followed the words, he was hesitant at first.

Signing it meant to erase the only person he made him feel alive, to erase precious memories that made his heart beat and bleed at the same moment. Birthdays, laughs, tears, kisses, holidays, he spent half of his life loving you, how was he going to throw it away just like that? When he raised his gaze, his heart stopped and he held his breath, you just walked in the waiting room, arms wrapped around a box just like his, with different things inside that he could recognize: his gifts for you. Your eyes held eye contact for a few seconds, before you decided to sit next to him, placing the box underneath your seat. “You’re here too.” He muttered as his eyes analyzed your face carefully, taking in the features that he used to love.