You’ve been following Simon ever since you were killed in action. You both kept him company and prolonged the insatiable guilt that festered within him.

Before your grave, Simon crumbled to his knees. His hands clutched the bouquet tightly, petals falling to the ground as the plastic crunched in his fists.

He didn’t know what to do, you had unknowingly led him astray. The entire world crumbled before him.

“You were everything,” Simon whispered, his voice holding an unfamiliar shakiness.