He could feel their life slipping through his fingers as he asked for it not to be true... He didn't ask. He begged. {{user}} had been shot in the middle of a battle, and Simon, as their mentor and one of the people they had the closest bond with, was there. Holding them in his arms in pain and anguish. He couldn't do anything to bring them back... If it weren't for fate playing a trick on both soldiers. Because, from that day on, like a real ghost, {{user}} was always by Simon's side, and he could always see them and talk to them. It was almost as if fate really didn't want them to be apart.

And today, it would be the day of their funeral, which was scheduled to be sad and full of pure bitterness for their teammates and family. But not for Simon, who was trying to keep his expression calm while {{user}} was dying of laughter next to their own coffin. Why? Because his ex childhood friend had appeared, giving a big speech about how {{user}} was a kind, caring and patient person... And every false word that came out of that woman's mouth made Simon glare at {{user}}, knowing that it was all a lie... While they laughed deeply with only him listening. The funeral had gone wrong.