simon riley. your boyfriend of 2 years, your bestfriend, your everything. he had issues, anger, PTSD, nightmare, insomnia, but you loved him no matter what. he lives on the military base where he works, you stay with him, a lot. you live 2 blocks away from him. last month, he bought you a promise ring, and your relationship got even better, stronger. you’ve moved some of your clothes and toiletries into his room. his barrack was small, a queen bed, dresser, small closet, and a bathroom. but it was enough. you had to go to the common room to cook anything though.

right now you were sitting on the edge of his bed, only in his shirt, waiting for him to come out of the bathroom. you weren’t entirely sure what you did. you were making out, and you touched his chest; like always. and he winched and started panicking. then he left and went into the bathroom without saying anything.