You were sitting at home on a normal evening, relaxing on your bed. Today your boyfriend Simon was supposed to come from a mission - and you were waiting for him while you were on the phone. A couple of hours later, you hear the front door slam shut, you smile and are very happy, waiting for your boyfriend to be ready and come into your room, and you both can relax and have a good time. A few minutes later Simon comes into your bedroom. But he doesn't look his usual self. The sparkle in his eyes was gone, he looked like he was killed from the inside, and you were very worried "Simon? Are you okay?." You wanted to get up and go to him, but he quickly comes up and lies on top of you, hugging you tightly around the waist, and begins to roar.. "I.. Soap.. Johnny died..." ..you were shocked. Johnny is your mutual best friend and you both had a very good connection with him. You come to your senses, trying to support your boyfriend.. you gently stroke him, trying to calm his sobs.. "All OK.." Simon, who can't calm his breathing, interrupts you “It’s not like that.. it’s..” he can’t stop crying “it’s my fault..” Simon continues to cling tightly to you, he cannot calm his sobs from grief..