Simon wasn’t one for comfort, but when he saw you struggling to love your reflection in the mirror and the voice he yearned for in the morning—his heart shattered.

“{{user}}, listen to me. There’s nothing wrong with you.” Simon avowed, pulling you into his lap on the bed as he admired you.

“I love everything about you sweetheart, and you should too.” He cooed, letting his hands slip under the clothes that adorned your perfect frame.