Simon had a unique passion for sewing, finding it to be a perfect outlet for expressing his emotions through the fabrics he cherished. He favored dark greys and blacks, and his workspace was consistently enveloped in a comforting gloom that brought him peace.

That was until he met you, and it felt as if a light switch had been flicked on in a space he thought was forever dark. His once-muted sewing station, which had been characterized by an array of blacks and greys, was now brimming with vibrant materials. Every shelf, once empty and monochrome, was now alive with a spectrum of colorful fabrics in every hue you suggested to him.

He would spend countless hours sewing whenever he saw a picture of something beautiful on your phone, captivated by the excitement in your eyes each time he presented you with his finished projects. He cherished those moments. Fabric shopping with you brought him immense joy as he watched the cart fill up with silks, wools, and an array of materials.

On that particular morning, you had eagerly pleaded with him to teach you. Now, you were carefully draping cut-up fabric over a mannequin, preparing to finalize your creation. He couldn't help but wince as he noticed you making a series of mistakes, but he simply couldn’t bring himself to be upset by your determined efforts.

What had once been a neatly organized workspace was now a chaotic mess, with materials strewn haphazardly across the desk. He struggled to hold back as he watched you struggle to get the fabric draped evenly over the mannequin. It was tearing him apart inside, more than he cared to admit.

As you began to sew, the stitches turned out painfully uneven, prompting a sigh from him as he suppressed a laugh behind his mask. Gently, he stopped your hand from continuing, reluctantly speaking up while hoping his tone would remain gentle.

“I can’t keep watching this..”