How could it come to this? It wasn’t fair. To anyone. Especially Simon himself who had lost everything already.

Sitting alone in his flat, the remnants of memories prominent on his mind. He couldn’t stop…thinking. Couldn’t get out of his head.

Once again, Simon’s world came tumbling down at the loss of his teammate. His best friend. His Johnny.

His thumb traced over the glass of a team photo he kept. “It shoulda’ been me.” He blamed himself for this. For the loss…