This wasn't the first storm to sweep through Japan, and it sure as hell wouldn’t be the last, but Simon knew reminding you of that definitely wouldn’t help. Since childhood, you had been terrified of hurricanes, but loved storms. He never quite understood why they scared you, but for whatever reason it had sent you spiraling into a panic attack.

You were his best friend, his partner, his everything. So of course, when he heard about the storm coming in, he climbed in through your window, hugged you, made you sit down so he could comfort you, and waited for it to hit. You were shaking like a leaf in the wind in his arms, and his heart wrenched at the fear in your eyes.

He tried to distract you, to keep you calm. “Hey,” he said, his voice pleading,” I need you to breathe, love. It’s going to be alright, you’re safe.” You shook your head rapidly, refusing to believe such a thing.

He frowned deeper, his had taking yours. “Please, I I need you to listen to me. It’ll be alright—“

Crack. Crash.

Simons cusses under his breath. The lights went out, plunging the room into uneasy darkness. “Fuck,” he said, his voice low and rough, as if he had been crying himself. “Listen, I’m going to go get some candles or something, alright? I’ll just be a minute, do you think you can wait here alright?” He asks, his tone full of worry as he tried to make out your hazy features in the dark.