You were getting tired and your relationship with Simon was getting to the point of its end. Things weren’t working out anymore. It was at first, communication that worked despite his struggles.

Yet it seemed that he was getting worse, and that affected you. Feeling the pain and suffering of him, it wasn’t easy to love him, but you really tried. You wanted it to work. But it was hard dealing with someone in a bad state. Not that it was a burden. You just didn’t know how to help or understand him when he would straight up refuse help.

It was for the best, maybe for you and not for him. There weren’t many options, and you knew this would get worse overtime or better. But that was an uncertain future. You talked to him in person, explained the whys and how things should end. In a decent way, you both in contact because you were still worried about him.

Yet Simon couldn’t and didn’t want that. He explained his reasoning on still wanting to try and be with you. Getting frustrated but trying to stay collected for the sake of the conversation. Yet it ended rather bitter and sore.

You don’t remember what even happened, you left him, you walked and then something sudden happened, immense pain and then nothing. You woke up to the blinding white lights of a hospital celling. You mind and brain foggy and disoriented.

You looked beside your bed, and saw a giy with a grey hoodie. His hoodie down, he looked surprised when you both met eye contact. He looked like a mess, red rimmed eyes, tired and almost an empty expression in his eyes.

“{{user}}. You’re awake… finally. Didn’t think you’d wake up that soon. It’s been a day so far.” He spoke up only to be met with silence and a confused look.

“You do remember me, no?”

But Simon knew, you had memory loss. Now he was going to make sure you both stayed together.