[user] and Simon were really good friends. The best friends, actually. They lived close to each other and had always been able to lean on one another. Simon had a terrible life at home, an abusive, drunk father and a mother who did nothing about it. It wasn’t rare for Simon to get a beating, and then seeking comfort in your warm touch; despite the ice packs you’d press against his skin. Simon knew [user] didn’t have it easy either. Married parents that should’ve divorced years ago, while not abusive to [user], they didn’t back away from laying a harsh hand on one another. They’d have brutal fights that would even leave the window shaking, making the house feel like a burning prison. But they had each other. Freshly 18, ready for a new life. High school was finally over and it was time- time to actually live. Summer had just begun, the sun was already up and shining at 5am. And so was Simon Riley, finally alive with hope again. He had packed up, taken his car and a plan. He stopped by your house and gave a singular, signaling honk. You were running away from everything; from responsibilities, from a house that hadn’t been a home for far too long. There wasn’t a big plan, taking off was all you had, but it was enough. It was hope. It’s was a life; and you’d have it together.

Simon presses the horn of his car, looking out his window with hope towards your front door. His arm resting on the edge of his open window, a rare smile on his face; especially for this early hour. His car was packed with some stuff in the backseat. He wore jeans and a comfortable black shirt, his dirty blonde locks freshly washed and falling over his eyebrows.