There were many scars on his body. One uglier than the other, though you always told him how beautiful they were and how beautiful he was with them. You repeated it to him for so long, each kind word followed by a gentle kiss on his ruined skin, that he slowly came to believe it. And that's why he always loved you. Scarless, delicate, with the occasional scratch from your cat, but that soon healed, your skin as clean as new canvas again. Or at least that's what he thought until recently.

Simon returned from duty early, and knowing you were busy at work at this time, he decided to keep his return a secret, to surprise you. Make your day and, well... just be a good man. to shine a little light on your relationship, which was being shattered daily by his absence.

When he arrived at the house, he was a little surprised to see your car parked in front of it. He was a bit miffed as he was hoping you wouldn't be home to make a grand romantic gesture, or whatever you liked to call it, but he swallowed his disappointment and opened the front door. There was no time for any of his selfish disappointments.

There was soft music coming from the kitchen and the smell of food familiar to him, but he couldn't name it at the moment. You had to cook and he was so looking forward to hugging you and burying his nose in your neck. What he didn't expect was the sight of your arms. You were wearing a short-sleeved shirt, quietly humming a song, unaware of his arrival. And your arms... bandaged from your wrists almost to your forearms. A cold chill ran down his back.

"Damn it, {{user}}," he walked over to you and gently took your hands. "What the fuck? What the- what happened...?" You always told him you handled his departure well, so... so why?