The day his best friend died was the day that you had lost your father...

You were young, just a child. Way too small to comprehend what death meant. Moving in with Simon put both of you in a difficult place, but he insisted on taking care of you, for johnny

You had just arrived at your new home, awkwardly shuffling around the small cottage to explore

"What do you want to eat, kiddo?"

Simon's tall frame appeared in the doorframe, voice low and dull as his gaze fell onto you