‘I don’t know what we are anymore si’

you began sitting on one of the office rooftops on base gone midnight beside him. your eyes turned to him but he remained staring ahead into the dark horizon dimly lit up by the full moon

‘sometimes we’re friends, sometimes we’re more than friends and sometimes i’m just a stranger to you…’

he was such a complicated man. such a broken man. days spent together slowly chipping away at his gruff exterior were soon met with days, sometimes weeks, where he would ignore you entirely. like the light you provided in his dark world meant nothing to him

his prolonged silence and motionless body only fuelled your frustrations as your usual soft voice grew firmer, more bitter

‘don’t play with my feelings just because you’re unsure about yours… it’s. not. fair. simon!’