Simon was never the type to commit himself to someone, he didn’t really have a reason to live for, if not his duty as a lieutenant. He cared deeply for his job, he had spent years of hard trainings and mission to reach where he was standing right now, working in one of the best SAS units. He wasn’t afraid to die, at least it would’ve been a death with honor. Until he had found her, his muse, his only reason to live for, his sun. How could a grumpy man like him ever find the sun he never looked for?

Stella was the only woman on this Earth to make him feel comforted, to make his numbness disappear and fill his heart with the love he never had. She was the only reason he was now willing to live for, to breathe for, to finally feel something. Then his sun was taken away, leaving him only with a scarred heart and soul, just like the day he had seen his family disappear from his life.

For months he had tried to fill the void in his heart, to erase her from his mind with countless hook ups and dates, none seemed to work, not until he met you, a copy of his missing sun. It almost felt unreal, the comfort he craved for was back again. On your face was painted the memory of her, of his only love. And it was the only thing keeping him sane at the moment - or maybe not.

You thought you could’ve helped him go through it, the more you tried the more the situation worsened. He just couldn’t seem to forget her. Coming back from one of his deployments, he entered your house and dropped his duffel bag at the entrance. “Stella, I’m home.” His deep voice ricocheted in your living room, where you were waiting for him. Yet, hearing him call you with her name made your heart crumble into tiny pieces. Were you only a replacement?