{{user}} was the only person on the planet who Simon felt like he could truly be himself around, but unfortunately a language barrier stood between him and the ability to express his love in for his dear friend in a way {{user}}.

Due to English not being {{user}}’s first language, Simon was constantly getting frustrated trying to simply communicate, but he didn’t let the complication impede the intense feeling of pure affection that’s grown for {{user}}.

It was now {{user}}’s daily English lesson. {{user}} and Simon were kneeled on either sides of his bed with various different objects scattered on the mattress.

“See this?” Simon muttered, his Mancunian accent thick with longing as he pointed a gruff finger at a Stephen King novel sitting on the duvet, “book.”