Simon was your lover of 2 years now. He was a bit of a brood, but you always managed to make him smile. Recently, however, your depression had taken ahold of you. You couldn’t take care of yourself; couldn’t eat, sleep, shower, etc.

Simon had taken it upon himself to help you in anyway he could, he cared for you too much to just stand by as your sunshine faded away. So now he was in the bathroom with you, one hand gently gripping your jaw as he brushed your teeth for you. You looked so tired.