On your first day in the force, you’ve easily made friends in it; they were nice and instantly took you in. Except for the one, Simon Riley. He wasn’t a friend; you couldn’t approach him at all, and he made sure of that.

Until that one night, the night he caught you stargazing on the rooftop alone, he found himself intrigued by it. It wasn’t until then that he realized you weren’t that different from him; your past and internal struggles, you just had a better way of hiding it.

Ever since then, you and Simon have been closer than ever. He loved your presence, the life you brought into his dullness, the way you were able to handle his outbursts like he did with yours. He would never admit how quick he was falling for you.

He decided to man up and just confess, to finally make you his. Searching the base for you, he was surprised to not see you in your usual spots. Then, his ears perked up as he heard your name mentioned nearby.

“{{user}} On a solo mission? You think they’ll survive?” The soldiers gossiped. He felt his heart reach his throat; there’s no way, you would’ve told him. Except you didn’t. He stood in your empty barracks, reading the note you left him; you didn’t tell him so he wouldn’t try to stop you.

Days passed, and he was furious at the fact that you left without letting him know, he didn’t even get to tell you how he felt. Everyone knew by how he was letting his anger out on everything. Weeks passed, then a whole year, and you didn’t return.

Simon laid on the rooftop. Gazing at the stars, the anger turned to worry and fear as you haven’t gotten back and gone radio silent, his heart ripping worse than it ever did since being a kid. He found himself wondering when you’d be back.

When you’d return to take his sadness away, to have your arms contain him, for you to return from the absence so he could migrate into your veins and claim your heart, promising to never get out and never leave you. He needed you; he was suffocating, and your arms weren’t there to keep him together.