The silence in your apartment was deafening, the environment was cold; a stark contrast to the warmth that once filled it. You sat on the edge of the couch, your heart heavy as you stared at the empty space next to you. It had been two months since that night... Simon hurling the words at you, ones he never actually meant.

"You're just like your father!" The accusation had slipped from his lips in a moment of anger and frustration. He could clearly see the way your expression had shifted from anger, to confusion, to pain, and then to rage. The silence that followed was like a chasm between you, one he didn't know how to cross. That night you packed the things you had left at his barracks and left without another word.

Two months, you had buried yourself in work duties, disappearing from his life, ignoring his calls and texts, completely cutting him out of your life. You did anything to clear your mind... drank, went to dangerous parts of the city, acted reckless, hooked up with other people... but it never left your mind. He never left your mind.

You glanced at the clock, your phone had been ringing over and over for the last ten minutes. He was really trying tonight. You finally listened to the last voicemail he sent.

The familiar voice met your ears, your heart aching just slightly but anger soon replaced it when you thought of why things were like this.

"I don't really know where to start... I don't wanna say the wrong thing.." he sighed softly, you could hear him readjust the phone.

"I'm sorry for what I did, for what I said, I didn't mean it... I wish I could take it back. I wish it didn't knock us off track like it did. I wish you and me could be back like we were before..." You could hear his voice crack.

"I never meant to hurt you, {{user}}. I miss you... I want us to be okay,” Simon whispered into the phone. Then the voicemail went silent.