If Simon could, he’d rip his ears off.

A forgotten, though familiar, feeling washes over him as he hears your laugh, the sound burrowing itself in his brain. His arms crossed over his chest while his brown eyes study you.

How your eyes crinkled whenever you laughed, how your mouth twitches with delight, how your teeth show with each warm grin that managed to make his mind work against him.

You acted so similar to her that it made sick with childish longing.