“Put your fucking hands up!” Simon eyes pierce through your soul. As sharp as blades cutting through the depths of your heart. His rifle pressing against the nape of your neck, his voice a growl as harsh as his words.

Who would have thought he was once your best friend, your lover. He didn’t know you did what you did to save him. His voice creaked. Slightly. Hiding it.

Simon swore he would kill you if he saw you again. A year later, he didn’t realize how hard it was to keep such a promise.