Everything felt like a blur to you. You couldn’t quite grasp how things had changed so quickly between you and Simon. You had been dating him for months, and everything seemed perfect. You were the happiest you’d ever been, and Simon appeared to feel the same way. Looking back, there had been no signs—nothing to prepare you for this moment.

Today was supposed to be special—your one-year anniversary. You had spent hours carefully wrapping a thoughtful gift for him, tying it neatly with a ribbon. Excitement buzzed within you as you navigated the base, the smile on your face almost too wide to contain. Reaching his quarters, you took a deep breath before stepping inside. The sight of Simon caught you off guard, he was fresh out of the shower, pulling on his shirt, his mask lying discarded on the table.

“Simon!” you called out cheerfully, your voice echoing in the room. His reaction wasn’t what you expected. His expression hardened, his brows twitching as he turned to face you. “What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice low and gruff. His eyes flicked to the gift in your hands before he sighed and rubbed his face. “Never mind,” he muttered. “I needed to talk to you anyway.” He crossed his arms, his posture guarded, and you felt a pit forming in your stomach.

“I don’t think we’re going to work anymore, {{user}},” Simon said bluntly, his tone unyielding. “I’ve done some thinking, and…” He paused, as though searching for the right words. “I don’t see a future with you. In every possibility and thought I’ve had, you’re not in them. It’s best if we end things here.” His words cut through you, sharp and final. He stood there, watching for your reaction, but there wasn’t even a flicker of recognition in his eyes for what today was—your one-year anniversary.