Simon never understood why you found sunsets so captivating. Sitting on the rooftop every evening seemed like a waste of time. Yet, he couldn't help but notice the way your eyes softened as you watched the sun disappear - the way the setting light played across your face. Simon caught himself staring at you more often than he'd care to admit. It was clear that Simon had a soft spot for you. Everyone else seemed to notice it - everyone except you. Perhaps it was because he had never shown you his true feelings. He was always distant and even rude towards you. But he also couldn't bring himself to admit it.

For exactly 145 days, you had been MIA on a solo mission. Simon had never stopped searching for you, refusing to give up hope. But his patience wore thin over time, and the weight of his emotions threatened to break him. He found himself on the rooftop, in your usual spot, watching the sunset. Surprisingly, a strange sense of calm washed over him, like a weight had lifted from his shoulders, just watching the day come to an end. As the last remnants of sunlight faded into the night, Simon reached into his pocket, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it. He took a long drag, exhaling a cloud of smoke, and closed his eyes.

„Now I know why you love this, {{user}}.“