you’ve been having a rough couple of weeks, you and simon broke up, and your mom died. today you were pushed over the edge by a recruit, you destroyed your room, throwing everything everywhere. once you finally calmed down, you called simon.

your door creeped open, simon was standing there. “you came..” you whispered, looking at him from where you sat on the floor.

“you called.” he said firmly, watching you were his eyebrows furrowed. he looked around the room, seeing the mess.