Never once has he opened up about his past to you, never once has he told you the reason behind the occasional panic attacks or random needs to be alone for hours.

And now, as you lay together in bed it’s his past that draws him out of his sleep. Chest tight, eyes wide. He could feel his heart burn, pulse pumping. Simon sat up, cradling his head in his hand as he moved slow to not wake you.

it’s just a dream. But it was so much more. It was a memory. It was a part of him.