simon was your everything - till death do you part

six years ago your everything was lost. shattered into ruins when price told you that simon wouldn’t be coming home

six years to the day you and your six year old son, hunter, an absolute spitting image of your beloved simon sat by his grave. simon had never met his son

as you sat and pondered the anniversary you hear a familiar whistle, a specific whistle, his whistle

you thought it was in your mind until you turned to see your simon