You changed a lot.

You were the person he used to held close to his heart - as teenager, then young adult. Simon experienced everything with you.

First kiss. First night together. First love.

You used to be his everything, yet you changed. A lot. Now you seem more tired, more empty, without light in eyes that he loved so much, hell he never stopped.

Now seeing you on the bed in this place. In place which heard more sincere prayers, than church, ruined him. Very deeply.

Just mere two hours ago he got a call. Something not important at first, he thought. First thought was to hang up, ignore it but something inside his head, no heart, told him to pick up.

The voice he knew too well, your mother - woman who almost raised him, sombody who supported your relationship with him. In past her voice was confident, warm, now broken and desperate. Asked him to come, to support.

Now he is here, inside your hospital room, watching you like it all is a nightmare.

Illness. They don't know what is this.

His body is filled with panic, anger and love.

"Oh..darling." He whispered, taking steps closer to your bed, watching the way your empty eyes trying find him.

Is that really the person he used to call darling?

His eyes met yours, and he could feel himself falling in love and apart again.

Another step closer to your bed, his eyes on yours.

"I'm here now." He added, sitting down on plastic chair beside your bed.

He won't leave again. But you might leave.