You and Simon. A love never meant to be but still sufficed. A love so strong that nobody could tear you two apart.

He built a family with you, managing two little girls that reminded him of you. Their spunky attitude, the stubborn looks, the short remarks whenever they were in the wrong.

He loved it, he loved every part of being a dad. He loved watching his little girls grow up into strong, independent people. He loved watching them alongside you.

Here he was, sat on the couch next to you, watching his girls play with the toys gifted to them for christmas, their hair still messy from sleep and their matching christmas pajamas still on.

His hand mindlessly rubbed up against your arm in a soothing motion, his soft breaths hitting the top of your head as he placed his chin on top of it. For a man so adept to killing, his gaze was remarkably soft.