It had been.. years since you held him in your arms. You practically prayed every night for him to come home to you. All that mattered was him coming back in one piece.

Twenty years.

Twenty years of you crying yourself to sleep.

Would he ever come home?

You startled hearing your room door open, pausing at the sight of.. him. Simon looked.. tired. Utterly exhausted. And it broke your heart.

But.. was it really him? He walked over to you, stopping infront of you with a shaky breath.

“..my love.”