Falling on your knees, your hand clutching against your chest, begging the world for him to be there for you. Simon. The stench of your messy room filling up your nostrils every breath, photographs hung up loosely around the room, the dim light of the lamp being the only source of light. nearly lifeless on the bed as you begged the world to take you out and let you be in peace with your other piece.

“Why did they have to take you!..” You cried out angrily, the dawning of solitude and fear of being alone piled up on your chest, your throat tightening and not having a shoulder cry on. Did it have to be him?.. You buried your face in your palms as the tears escaped, and fell down your face, your palm only being the support to try and stop them.

You suddenly felt a hand on your shoulder as you turned your head up to look at him standing infront of you. In the same pair of clothes you last saw him in before the accident. Looking as angelic as ever.

Your lamp dimmed more as his figure became vivid, he kneeled down before you and slowly wiped your tears. The feeling of his calloused hands against your skin, sent a feeling of temporary relief through you. His voice was faint, but you swore he was there. In the same room. In this exact moment. Simply being there for you, his soft smile, the way his hands brushed against your face to wipe your tears.

“Please stay strong, love..breathe..you’re gonna have to fight this, you hear me?..”