Simon always hid his body as much as possible, not exposing himself in front of you, even though you were in a relationship. You didn't mind your own business and respected his personal space.

"My love..." man gently put your hand on his heart, and with his own hands lifted the fabric of his T-shirt to his ribs, where there were terrible scars. "They still hurt. They still remind me of what happened a long time ago..." barely audible, he said.