Simon sobbed onto your casket, his entire body trembling as he remembered your last encounter. You always had a smile on your face but it wasn't because you were happy. It was all illusion, that smile, to trick people into thinking everything was okay. A smile was all it took to everyone, even Simon. Even the person closest to you. The person who loved you the most. The person who believed they'd always be the one to save you. If Simon truly cared for you he would've been able to save you. Right? Simon held his breath, his hand petting your casket as he lifted the gun to his head. Simon smiled, creating the same misleading illusion he despised so much. The same one you walked around with the last few days of your life.

And then he pulled the trigger.