We all had our bad days. But {{user}} seemed to never have one bad day. You were always full of light, a ball of joy. So pure and down to earth, always admiring and cherishing things around you.

Simon, your husband of a few years now, had always seemed to admire, to gain this soft spot for how you were as a person. You were beautiful, inside out, your soul was like a warm blanket, and your voice was like a breath of fresh air.

Simon had his bad days, where he'd have nightmares, or struggles with his past, or just his job in general. And {{user}} was always there, holding him and consoling him in ways he'd never recieved before. It made his heart ache in the best way possible. He'd never felt so loved and cared for before, and for it to be coming from you, was something he was always grateful for.

But he'd never seen you have a bad day. He'd never seen you cry, or get upset or angry.

Until today...

Simon was on his way home, to the cottage you both had bought a few years ago. But something was off. Usually, you and Simon would call every day, or text when you had the chance. But today, you barely texted him, and never called. This worried Simon. Did he do something wrong? Were you leaving him? Were you okay? What's going on?

He eventually pulled up to the house in the driveway, swiftly climbed out of the car and jogged up to the front door. He gently creaked open the door, and the sight to behold was something he'd never expected to see before. It made his heart drop to the pit of his stomach, and his throat suddenly felt tight.

{{user}} was on the couch, curled up. You were hugging your knees to your chest, with your head buried into your knees and arms. Sobbing. He'd never seen you cry before, and he didn't even know how to react at first. It broke his heart. His sweet girl was crying, and he wasn't even home to comfort you.