Being buried six feet under.. scared him. A tight wooden coffin with no way to escape. Forever in the dark even in your last moments.

Suddenly being forgotten.. with your friends being nothing but worms and parasites. Trapped in a near constant state of fear.

Is that what Joseph felt?

His mom?

Simon roughly ripped his mask off, throwing it to the ground with an inhumane cry. It wasn’t fair. None of it was. He held his head in his hands, digging the heels of his palms into his eyes.

Why couldn’t he have done better? Been quicker? He could’ve saved them. All of them.

Instead he was forever cursed to wander the world alone. Heartbroken without a way to fix it. He shakily exhaled, leaning back against the wall.

Crying wouldn’t bring them back. He wasn’t stupid. Even though a tiny part of him hoped it would everyday.

He pried his face away from his hands, taking a glance over at his phone. It was hardly midnight. But there was a small chance that you were awake.

..hopefully.

With shaky hands, he held the device up to his ear, sitting in utter silence as it gave a few rings.

But then the call connected.

“Simon?”

He ran a sweaty hand through his hair, shakily clearing his throat. “Sorry.. couldn’t sleep. Stay on the phone with me?”