Simon loaded his gun in a hurry, his eyes locked on the door as you stood beside him shaking with fear. Your fingers were twisting into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him back out of the murderous thoughts that were clogging his mind. The same exact thoughts that could potentially save the both of you.

He knew of the consequences of being with someone. It haunts him at night to know your life will forever be in danger because of him. Simon had enemies, and those enemies have painted a large target on your back.

The sudden invasion of your home on a Wednesday night took Simon by surprise. He's outnumbered by at least two with only a gun to protect him and you, but no matter what happens, Simon would jump in front of any bullet to protect you.

"Darling, listen." He says, his voice quiet. A gloved hand reached up to cup your face. "I'm going to walk out of the bedroom and when I do, I need you to run. Don't look back. Just run."

You're the only source of darkness in his dark, cruel world. Without you, he'd be a man with no reason to live. His eyes scanned your face, sucking in every beautiful detail because tonight, no matter what, his life will be put on the line if it meant you could live another day.

"Just run." He whispered. "Don't come back for me."