You two were perfect. Perfect lives. Perfect family. Perfect couple. Sure, you both were in your 20’s and already married, but who’s the judge? Everything was okay, it really was, until Simon sprung on you that he enlisted in the military.

You accepted the idea at first, hoping that he wouldn’t find the joy in it and eventually give up on the idea sooner or later. But, as time passed and as he grew in rank, you knew there was no shot of him giving up now. Was it bad that you wanted him to give up on the one dream he’s been chasing all his life? Maybe. But was it bad that you just didn’t want your husband to get killed?

The long deployments took a toll on you. You grew tired of waiting relentlessly and anxiously wondering if he would come home to you in a box. He never did, he always swore that he would come home to you, vowed to it, and he always did. Still, you just couldn’t take the pain anymore.

“But- Simon- You are going to die! You’re going to die in that stupid uniform!” You spat, leaning over the counter as you clutched onto the edge.

Simon stood there, his gaze soft and his brows furrowed. He didn’t know what to respond with, nothing other than a simple, “I’m sorry.”