Simon never had friends. Not at school, not at work, not at home. He wasn’t the type to open his arms and bare his soul, not after what he went through.

He was quiet, reserved, timid almost when he was young and that only manifested into being a silent, unnerving, observing adult who held no regards for bullshit or rudeness.

So, when he joined the military, he easily shot through the ranks as the years went on. But, with each new title, each new team, he never… clicked. He was simply just. He existed and he remained, silent and deadly.

He always thought he would be alone with no one, whether with friends or in the sense of a relationship; it was the mask, he bets. He already had no family, so why would he get the luxury of spending his life with anyone?

Until you came along.

At first he didn’t know who it was leaving little gifts and notes on his desk, in his locker, in his gym bag. Hell, even under his barracks room door, he’ll sometimes find a little note of how amazing he did that day or how he was looking extra good.

He didn’t care to know either… until you, sweet, sparkling you, turned in a report one day to him and he recognized the handwriting. But, he never called you out.

Even now, staring at the rose petals, Simon knew it was you. A note, written so beautifully in your handwriting, your beauty never ever scared me, sat in the middle; the words, Be my Valentine? made he feel as though there was still room in his life to be loved.