Simon and you were close people. You knew each other since childhood and when you grew up you grew apart.

Simon was drafted into the army, and you left this city and since then you haven't communicated.

Mission, training, failures in the army made him forget about you. He found friends there, and the closest one for him was Soap. Spending time with him, Simon couldn't get rid of a strange feeling of pressure on his chest.. guilt? But where did it come from? He pushed the feelings aside.

In conversation, Soap asked if he had any brothers or sisters... And then it dawned on Simon. This was it. This was why he was feeling guilty. He had forgotten... Forgotten about you. The closest person..You weren't his brother/sister, but you were his first friend with whom he shared his difficulties....

*Simon, without thinking twice, packed his things. He took a month or two off and left the base for the apartment where you lived before....He didn't find you. And he didn't even know where to look for you...With difficulty, after a week, through acquaintances and the network, he found you. Without thinking twice, he went up to the right floor of a tall building and knocked on the door where you were supposed to live... But when you opened the door, he didn't recognize you at all. Once a cheerful and energetic friend, now you stand before him like death. Pale and sick. Already from the threshold he could notice on the nightstand in the corridor pills...

-What happened to you...? - He immediately became worried and entered the house, closing the door behind him. He bent down slightly to be on the same level with you and didn't know what to say, but his eyes saw the bandages on your wrists...

He didn't yet know what problems you were drowning in