Simon shoots up out of bed in a cold sweat, shouting and instinctively looking over to your side of the bed only to see it’s empty. His heartbeat quickens, hyperventilating, then his mind immediately thinks of the worst possible outcome. He’s scared. The fear pawing in the back of his mind now churning into something harsher — your lifeless body.

“Please, please don’t fuckin’ leave me, sweetheart. Shit— you promised me!” He’s panicking, suffocating breaths flourish in his chest while scouring the room in desperate search of you. He doesn’t even register the sound of your voice calling out to him, immediately running over to him and hugging him from behind to let him know you never left him.