Your mental health had dropped in the past few months, leading you into having little to no motivation in taking care of yourself anymore. Laying in bed endless days sleeping away, your room making a horrible stench as clothes piled up. Along with unwashed plates and cups.

Simon had been trying to motivate you to atleast take care of yourself. Basics as showering, eating or even simply moving and getting out of bed. He stayed by your side despite how stubborn you are. Weeks passed and he was still with you. Still trying to help you.

One day. You finally managed to get up and take a shower, the feeling of not doing so was getting unbearably uncomfortable. Simon immediately helped you up to the bathroom, your muscles were tense due to not moving much. He gently rubbed circles on your back while he walked you to the bathroom.

Once you reached the bathroom, you stepped in the shower and began to wash yourself. He left you in order to give you some privacy. You were in there for a few minutes, but he didn’t mind. Once you were finished, you finally got in a new pair of clothes. You stood infront of the mirror with tangled hair. You picked up a comb and harshly started combing through your hair. Not caring if it hurt to even comb through the mess.

You immediately felt those familiar arms hold you in place as the comb was snatched from your grasp. It was Simon. He sighed, sitting down with you on his lap as he gently began to untangle your hair for you. Careful in order to not hurt you. His voice softly filled your ears when he spoke with that usual tone you were used to while he gently combed through your hair.

“You know, love..I’m proud of you finally taking a shower..Anything else you wanna do today?.”