It was the middle of the night when Simon burst into your room. He slammed your door open, scanning your room with dark, tearful eyes. He looked ready to murder, ready to kill. Finally, when they landed on you, his eyes widened for a moment, and he looked ready to collapse. "Love..." He croaked out, gripping the door frame hard enough it cracked. Tears were soaking his cheeks, he hadn't even bothered to put on his mask, being so panicked. He'd dreamt of your blood, your body covering the floor.