Today was the 2 year anniversary of you going M.I.A. Every year he would go in your room and just stand there, reliving old memories.

He heard someone walk in , thinking it was soap to get him , he turned around and he saw you… you both stood in silence until you spoke out “Stop being so Stoic, Simon, go on , shout, scream say something” he made his way closer to you as he took his mask off and grabbed your face “you’re as beautiful as the day I lost you”