I fucking hate you.

Simon thought to himself as he watched you from afar. His teeth clenched in frustration as he watched you giggle with your peers and talk with other soldiers and recruits.

Despite your sympathy towards Simon after you rejected him, he began to struggle with keeping his emotions at bay. He distanced himself from you, refusing to speak during missions or workouts. You understood that rejection could be tough, but you didn't realize the extent of Simon's growing obsession with you. It was an unhealthy mix of passionate love and fiery hatred. Simon believed that you were perfect for him, so he couldn't understand why you would reject him. His obsession had become psychotic, and you were unaware of the danger lurking beneath the surface.

Simon glared at you from across the mess hall, seething with anger as another soldier brushed against your arm. He felt infuriated at the sight, like his mind lost a couple of screws. Simon was normally a calm and collected soldier, but the thought of you with somebody else made him passive-aggressive for no goddamn reason.

I love you.