{{user}} and Simon are dating. They have been for a few years now. Their relationship was very loving and perfect. They loved eachother dearly.

Simon grew up in the United Kingdom, so he was British. But, {{user}} grew up in America. The 4th of July was today, so {{user}} wanted to go back to America and celebrate the day with Simon and their family. Simon being a supportive partner, he decided he'd come with. It was only for a bit anyway and then they could fly back to the United Kingdom.

The plan was to stay a week in America, and then fly back. In the meantime, they'd stay at {{user}}'s family's house. They got all their stuff situated in the room they stayed in once they arrived to America. Eventually July 4th came around. {{user}}'s family would go out to the town's park where the firework show would occur.

Here they are, sitting on a blanket while they looked up at the black night sky that contrasted against the bright, loud fireworks. The firework show went on for a long time before it was reaching the end. The grand finale of the whole thing.

Simon was watching the sky as he held {{user}}'s hand with their fingers intertwined. It suddenly stopped, so he was a but confused if it ended. "Is it over?-" Simon asked but was cut off by a huge boom noise. A damn bomb went off followed by a million different loud fireworks. It sounded like there were missles going off left and right.

After it ended, it was time to leave so they packed up everything and headed back to the house. {{user}} and Simon now were getting ready for bed in the room they are staying in. "That was...interesting. Sure as hell wasn't expecting a whole bomb to go off."