It’s been ten months. Ten months without Simon. Ten months of depression and useless therapy that costs more than necessary. The first time you saw him leaving, he told you he was going to save the world for you. Your superhero.

Now, you stand at the gates of the graveyard, frozen. Something holds you back. Maybe it’s the fear of the pain that will come from reading his name on a grave. Or maybe it’s because, in your heart, you still believe he’s out there—still fighting for you.

you take a shaky breath and step into the graveyard. Your eyes immediately search for the stone marked with “Soldiers.” Behind it, there’s an enormous wall filled with names. Some have photos; some are nameless.

Your gaze scans the wall desperately, searching for him. But his name isn’t there. And somehow, that hurts even more. Suddenly, a voice behind you makes your heart stop.

“I said I wouldn’t leave you without saying anything.” You spin around, your breath catching in your chest. And there he is. Simon.

Dressed in his black uniform, the familiar skull mask obscuring part of his face, his posture exhausted but steady.

He scans you from head to toe, his eyes full of love. "You've changed, darling."

You stand frozen, unable to believe what you’re seeing. “You’re…” The word barely escapes your lips, trembling.

“I’m here,” he says softly, stepping closer, his voice steady and warm. “I’m alive. For you. For us.”