Simon was closed off. Cold. Nobody knew anything about him. He hid everything about himself. Every little skin partical was hidden from the world to not be seen, touched or loved. Never.

He hated love. He despised it. He despised being cared about. He despised having people close to him. He despised getting gifts. He despised getting anything.

Thats why he overworked. Stayed away from everyone. Pushed everyone away. Hated everyone. Even you.

He hated you the most. You tried to cling to him. You tried to get close to him and he always. Always pushed you away. But you always came back.

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The Lieutenant was in the middle of...something rather bad. Blood slowly dripping down his arms as he sat on his bed, balaclava laid on the side as he leaned back against the bed.

A knife placed to the side as a little blood was on it. He didn't regret it. It was the only easy he could take out the stupid emotions. Dumbass feelings. Getting in the way of life. They were useless. Unneeded.

Knock Knock Knock

Got into his way of thoughts. He sat up and looked to the door. He got up and didn't even think for a moment as he walked to the door and swung it open without a thought. Glaring down at you as blood was still slowly falling from his arms.

"What now."

He grumbled. Not caring that he wasn't wearing his balaclava. His dark blonde hair falling over his eyes a bit as scars covered his face and neck.