You and Simon had been married for years already, with no children yet, as he still didn’t feel ready. He was a hardworking lieutenant, very often deployed on missions away from your city and country, but your love for him was still strong and young even from miles away.

Today wasn’t any different, Simon was away again on another mission, leaving you to take care of your shared house and wait for his return. As you got out of the 24/7 supermarket, late at night, just got home from work, you made your way to your car with the grocery bags in your hands. Everything around was quiet, only a few people were there getting their things back in their cars to return home. Then, a group of masked people approached you from behind, catching you off guard completely.

You never did anything wrong to someone in your whole life, you had such a kind and sweet soul, now getting broken by the group that had their hands on you, leaving you only in pain, bloodied, almost unrecognizable. They beat you to death, robbed you, left you unconscious on the cold ground. The moment you were brought to the hospital, Simon was immediately alerted and he didn’t waste even a second to fly back to you.

He waited for you to wake up from your coma, as they hit an important nerve that left you unconscious and temporarily paralysed. Brushing away a few strands of your hair out of your swollen and bruised face, he left a tender kiss on your forehead. “I’m so fucking sorry I wasn’t there to protect you, my sweet angel.”