Simon’s marriage crumbled fairly quickly, and whilst the two of you were still together, it was obvious your feelings for each other had waned. Wilted like an old rose. Long talks and intimate moments turned to screaming matches and throwing things across the room instead. Simon was always gone, either at work or at a bar, and you were tired of it. The marriage just wasn’t working out, so you both planned a divorce.

But one day, when Simon came back from work he found the house empty. A few valuables were gone, but there didn’t look like there was any sign of struggle, so he figured you just upped and left with as little belongings as possible. It might’ve been out of character for you, but he was well aware that anger blinds people.

That was until this mission. He was working together with the rest of the TaskForce, going undercover to expose a trafficking ring under the city’s most famous club. He sighs as he brushes himself off, not the biggest fan of the dusty, eerily quiet hallways of the place.

He’s careful as he moves, pushing a door open with his gun raised. There’s only one person in the room, you. “Oh, love..” he mumbles, lowering his gun to rush to your side, carefully brushing your hair out of your face as he crouches next to you.