Maybe people are right when they say you see the least up close. Because how the hell could you not have noticed how crazy Simon is about you?

For some time now, his gaze has not been filled with friendly banter or simple warmth, it has been a look of raw love and desire. And maybe it's a good thing you're not so observant, because he doesn't know how to hide it.

With each passing day, his feelings weigh more heavily on him, threatening to destroy him and his life. He wanted to tell you so many times, but how?

How do you confess your love to your best friend without ruining the friendship if the love is not reciprocated?

The idea came to him suddenly as he sat in the living room, drinking beer with the other members of the Task Force.

A New Year's Eve kiss.

Isn't that a great idea? If you have feelings for him, you'll kiss him back and it'll be over. And if you don't? Well, he'll pretend he was really drunk and lonely or something like that.

Simon doesn't even realize when he got up from the couch to wander around the base, looking for you. Ten minutes, ten more bloody minutes until midnight.

"Where are you?" he mutters to himself, panicking that he won't be able to find you.

His heart pounds in his chest as he finally runs out onto the small balcony, out of breath. And of course, there you are, looking even more beautiful as your skin is bathed in moonlight.

“{{user}}...” Your name escapes his lips to catch your attention.

One small step towards you, and then another. The closer he gets to you, the more he feels like he’s about to back away.

God, why does love have to be so stressful?