You woke up alone in the hospital room, the beeping of the machines a constant reminder of the year that had passed. A year of uncertainty. The doctors had told Simon there was no chance for you to wake up, and slowly, he disappeared from your life.

You were alone now, trying to process the reality of it all. A day passed, and you were still adjusting when the TV in your room flickered to life. The screen showed Simon, but he was unrecognizable. He was bloodied, his hair messy and tangled, his face bruised. His eyes were wild, empty, and there it was—a smirk, cold and bitter, lingering on his lips. He was cuffed, struggling to stand, his clothes torn from what looked like a fight.

The reporter’s voice cut through the silence, "Simon Riley, known for his violent outbursts, was arrested today after a series of altercations. Witnesses report he was involved in multiple fights, and authorities found him disoriented and covered in blood. His rapid decline into drug abuse has led to this chaotic downfall."

You stared at the screen, your heart sinking. The Simon you had known—the man who once cared—was gone. What was left now was someone lost to drugs, violence, and self-destruction. And you? You were awake, but the man you thought you knew was nothing but a shadow now.