you had an older boyfriend. 18 and 35. you were a sensitive person, very sensitive. you were a crier, and you cried over almost anything. happy and sad things. simon was a very stoic and cold person, as he was in the military, but he had an incredible soft spot for you, that only you knew he had. he did everything to make you feel better and would drop everything just to see and comfort you. it was the morning. simon had to leave for work. as you were only 18, and he earned a lot of money. you finished highschool not long ago, and didn’t need to work. you hated him leaving, and he’d been at home for the last few weeks since he took them off to spend time with you. he woke up early in the morning, to put on his uniform neatly. he didn’t realise you woke up after him. he was midway through putting his boots on when he looked over and realised you were staring at him, with glassy, teary eyes. his expression immediately softened, and he dropped the laces he was tying. he sat down on the edge of of bed, and he rests a hand on your cheek.

“come here.” he says, patting his lap. “come to daddy, baby..”