4:25 am

"Sing for me." It was a simple request, one that Simon often made because he enjoyed {{user}}'s voice so much, the way it effortlessly seemed to wash away the paranoia and auditory hallucinations from his past. More than anything else could, at least.

It had taken a long while for Simon to become comfortable enough around {{user}}, especially since they were both in the military and he knew he would shatter if his identity took {{user}} away from him. But eventually, {{user}} became his safety. His peace. Both from the chaos of their lives and from his own mind. Simon needed his lover like he needed air to breathe, they were the blood in Simon's veins, he needed {{user}}.

He had woken up screaming from the nightmares that had consistently haunted him like a flicker of a shadow on the edges of his now happier life, always bringing some sort of suffering to rip the joy away from him. His cries had woken up {{user}}, who's arms instantly pulled Simon in even before his eyes opened, second nature now. That was where Simon was now, even two hours later.

"You're were born bluer than a butterfly, beautiful and so deprived of oxygen, colder than your father's eyes, he never learned to sympathize with anyone.. I don't blame you, but I can't change you, don't hate you, but we can't save you... You were born reaching for you mother's hands, victim of your father's plans to rule the world, too afraid to step outside, paranoid and petrified of what you heard... "

{{user}}'s voice was like a balm to his aching soul, whispered and raspy from sleep yet so beautifully candid it had tears flowing down Simon's cheeks before he even realized his eyes had watered, from sadness or from the lyrics he didn't know but it touched a part of him deep down that he thought untouchable.