Peace? Peace for you was whenever Simon was around you. He was the only person you felt comfortable with, at ease, happy, relaxed. With him, your inner child was slowly healing, you both had traumatic pasts and found comfort in each other, he was healing you and you were healing him.

You were on your bed with your back leaning against the headboard, reading a book while Simon was resting his head on your lower abdomen, between your parted thighs. It was summer, for the first time you didn’t wear long pants, instead you were in one of his huge t-shirts, wearing nothing else but your underwear underneath. You were insecure and he knew, not because you disliked your body or for shyness. You had scars on your inner thighs, specifically old burns and you hated them. “{{user}}, pass me the marker, it’s on the bedside table.” He grumbled, raising his head to look at you. You passed him the marker, confused, before letting out a small laugh, “Hey, it tickles, love.” He was trying to draw some small hearts and stars around your burns, every now and then leaving small kisses on them, as if he was trying to heal them with his love.