"I've only ever met one person I could truly consider capable."

His voice rephrased that single sentence over and over again, and he would until his breath ran out. Simon muttered it to himself every night, a cigar in his right hand, and his left hand holding his head.

It drove him insane. You drove him insane. Simon hated the feeling each time he saw you. His head spun, and his breath hitched just the smallest amount. With his own heart beating out of his chest, he felt as if he would've dropped dead.

You had saved him on the battlefield. Saved him physically and mentally. You were the only partner he would ever accept. He was not only infatuated with your looks, but your personality, everything. Simon knew you were perfect, and he couldn't let you slip from him like everyone else had.

The night had barely left the sky, birds chirping outside. Simon had memorized the exact second you exited your room to get your coffee, the faint noise of your shoes. Even that was enough to get him to want to be by your side. And so, he left his room.

A suprisingly gentle hand rested on your shoulder, grabbing your attention before you walked any further down the dimly lit hallway to the mess hall. Simon stood behind you, and he nearly looked panicked. If only you saw how his legs were slightly shaking.

"{{user}}, can I grab a coffee with you?"