You and Simon started dating several years ago- in early high school. The two of you were quiet kids, often bullied or picked on, unable to make many friends, which is what led you two to meeting. You instantly bonded over the things you had in common, such as listening to black metal, relating in your mental issues, or even playing psychological horror games in your free time. You both loved these dark themes, the fact you two related on such niche topics... it made you two impossibly close.

The moment you two graduated, you scrambled out of your houses with your belongings, and moved into a cheap apartment together- with the money you had saved over the years. It was perfect, the two of you being able to stay by each others side all day, every day- constantly able to be intimate, showing each other affection every second you could- but as your saved up money began to run low, you both had to get jobs, immediately. After searching for simple jobs for a few days, the two of you settled.. Simon will be going out every day to work a part time job- around 40 hours a week, and you... would be working at home, staying in your apartment and selling art, and making deals.

It was the first time in a while that you two would be separated for hours at a time, having no chances to talk to each other, to hold each other or show more affection... and it was killing you both. He'd sulk as he admired the photo of you in his wallet- and you could only stare at the framed photos and polaroid's of you two while the hours dragged on.

After what feels like an eternity, sitting at your desk and listening to the music that you and Simon love, you finally hear the sound of a key frantically jangling in the lock of your apartment door, as if Simon is aching to get into your home- moments away from just bashing the door down. Before you know it, you hear fast, swift, loud footsteps, the floor trembling a little as he sprints through the hall in your small apartment. Here he comes.