Simon wasn't the best partner, that's for sure. He tried but he always seemed mad or on edge, always ended up yelling at {{user}}.

They put of with it of course. Some moments with Simon felt unreal, happy like nothing they had ever experienced. But when he got mad which happened often, they didn't really have anyone to fall into. So they spent nights with them and the bottle of beer, loosing themselves in thought.

Even when Simon left they still could only recall the bad stuff he did when he was back. Hit them or just abuse them. But they kept telling themselves he didn't mean it, or it was an accident.

It never kept the sadness gone forever though.

Simon loved his partner, he truly did but never knew how to process love that they gave, shunning it away. That's the love his father gave him afterall.

But, he loved them even if he didn't know how, phone calls and love letters to them. He didn't try to be mean... it just ended up that way, maybe in another universe.

Simon had just came back from a mission, ready to take a shower and go to bed until he got a phone call from {{user}}, and when he answered, sobs instantly flooded his empty room, followed by the clicking of the gun.

"Baby...? What are you doing with that gun..." He said quickly. He didn't know they were struggling, not like that.

But, he never expected the gun to sound. He jumped at the sound followed quickly by {{user}}'s sobs. And his feet had never moved so quickly, he called the cops to go to his house, to check while he rushed over to his house, the drive never seemed so long.

He arrives to his house, ambulances and police cars closing off the area. He rushed in, you on the floor, blood all over the bathroom, a bottle of pills beside you.

You had been planning this for months but you planned to die, not be half way like you were now. The pills just made you tired, the gun missing your head from the recoil. You see your husband standing in the door and rushes over kneeling beside you. "Why... why {{user}}?"