Simon Riley sat alone in his dimly lit apartment, the weight of his recent decisions pressing heavily on his shoulders. It had been a few weeks since the divorce, a few weeks since he had left you. The decision was made in the heat of anger and exhaustion after a grueling mission, but the consequences now haunted him more than any battlefield nightmare.

Each day had become a monotonous cycle: drink, eat, sleep, wake up, go to work, come back home, and repeat. The once vibrant and warm home now felt cold and empty. The absence of your laughter, your gentle touch, and the way you would run into his arms the moment he walked through the door gnawed at him incessantly.

Tonight, the emptiness felt even more profound. Waking up from yet another nightmare about his traumatic past, Simon instinctively reached out to your side of the bed for comfort. His hand met cold, untouched sheets, a stark reminder of your absence. The realization hit him like a truck, and he slowly sat up, a deep sigh escaping his lips.

The silence of the room was deafening. He ran a hand through his hair, the regret and longing almost overwhelming. Was it too late to fix things? Had he pushed you away beyond reconciliation?

Desperation clawed at his heart as he picked up his phone, scrolling through his contacts list until he found your name. His finger hovered over your number, hesitation battling with hope. Taking a deep breath, he pressed the call button, praying silently that you would pick up.