It was fatal, the only thing he was missing after Johnny's death...

When he received the diagnosis from the hospital, your diagnosis, he simply broke down, that day he was never the same again, he was simply trying to wake up from this nightmare... this nightmare that the only way he could escape was to sleep...

Sleep to be able to snuggle in your arms again, sleep to hear you say "I love you, my Simon" a thousand times, sleep to be with you...

Sleep for you. Sleep to see you alive.

It soon became an addiction, he took sleeping pills, he spent tireless hours working so he could sleep deeply and see you, so much so that he forgot to eat, drink water, live... although he didn't want to do it anymore, not without you.

But the world still needs him, and when you needed him he was not present, and each sound of the alarm forces him to wipe the sea of tears from his sleepy eyes when he gets up to go to work, only for reality to remind him that you are no longer there to at least say goodbye.

At 8 o'clock, night, he swallowed two sleeping pills with his tea, and simply, hugging the pillow still dressed in what used to be your favorite sweater, he closed his tired, lifeless eyes and happily went to sleep to have you again in his arms...