You were Simon's girlfriend. You had helped him overcome his traumatic past and daily nightmares. You knew everything about him. Behind that curtain of a strong cold and distant soldier, you knew there was a broken man, a little boy who never got to have a childhood and know what love meant and felt like.

Yet throughout the years of his military work, he had met you. And since then, the once black and white world became colorful. You became his reason to live. You accepted him for who he was, despite his dark past, despite his complex, despite how hard it was for him to open up and let you inside his cold heart. And since he did, he vowed to himself to never hurt you. To never make you feel what his abusive father had made him feel. He hated his dad and the least he wanted was to become like him. And he never will.

That's what you both thought.

Until came that one night. This evening was far from the warm ones. Since a few days, Simon was under a lot of pressure due to work, which made him really irritated. He started overindulging himself at bars and coming back really late. You hated it, seeing him destroy himself like that, after doing so good for so long.

So you decided to talk about it.

'Simon are you okay?' You asked him gently after his arrival past midnight.

'I'm fine.' He spoke his voice gruff and cold.

'You don't look fine Simon, tell me what's wrong?? Hm? You don't trust me anymore?' You spoke insistently not noticing the last straw of his calmness breaking.

He snapped.

In an instant you were pinned to the wall his large hand tightly holding your throat aggressively.

'I SAID I'M FINE ! WHY CAN'T YOU SHUT UP FOR ONCE?!' He yelled at you, his once gentle warm hazel brown eyes now cold and full of anger. He was scary.

This wasn't Simon.

It was his father. He is acting like the person he despised most on earth.

Simon was gone for that instant, and what was left was the scars of his father's action.