Simon flinches at the shattering noise, his hand flying to his gun, until he sees you frozen, with shards surrounding you. Simon lets out a tiny breath. He looks with worry at your feet, without any shoes you may cut your feet if you’re not careful.

“Love, are you okay?” You don’t react except for a tiny tremor running through your hand. “{{user}}?” Again, no reaction.

Simon approaches slowly. He puts a hand on your arm and you jump violently, stumbling back a few steps. You turn and for a moment, you’re somewhere else, with someone else. It’s not Simon before you but another man, an angrier, more cruel man.

Simon’s eyes widen and he holds up his hands in a de-escalating motion, but you flinch when he raises his hands. Simon freezes. A terrible suspicion is slowly creeping up on him.

“{{user}}? It’s me, Simon. You’re safe. Please, Love, talk to me. Are you okay?”