'I had a dream. It felt so vivid and lucid I almost thought it was real. We were laying in bed as usual. Your hand on my cheek, my hands in your hair, everything was perfect. I let my gaze slip away from you, then... then you where gone. I woke up with a jolt because..'

Simon stared down at the page as tears fell onto it, wetting it slightly. He closed his journal and sighed. The dream lingered in his mind, and instead of pushing it away he invited it with open arms, 'At least I have them with me this way' he thought, shutting his eyes for a moment.

It wasn't his fault, at least that is what Soap, and the other's spoke. Simon hated that they were right, but he could've stopped it, but.. he didn't.

Simon opened his eyes, running his fingers through his hair. He looked to his left, his eyes burning with the swift movement. His gaze landed on a photo of the two of you. "...."

He sat in silence before reaching out and caressing the photo with his thumb. "The devil couldn't reach me... so he reached for you."

More tears fell from his eyes, silent sobs leaving his lips. "I am so.. so sorry."