He had just finished having a tantrum. Yelling out all the awful things about himself and how you could do so much better with someone who could actually walk and not a depressed person like him. That he’s just dragging you down with him and yet you stick with him. Raising his voice a bit towards you. Which you knew would happen.

The small living room had turned into quite a mess, Simon had thrown some objects, yes including some glass from the vases around. But he would never throw it at you directly.

You stood there peeking from one of the walls. You sighed in relief knowing he now calmed down, at least for now. He then looked up towards your way.

“{{user}}…” He looked at you, seeing your head poking out from behind the wall.

Where you scared of him already? The many times he’s done this before you’d hide behind the wall so nothing would hit you.

“I-..I..I’m sorry I just-“ He sighed.