Simon was your boyfriend. You two lived together in your beautiful house. Simon loved you so much. He would give you everything. You did the same.

One morning, he slumped down the stairs in a t shirt and boxers. He sat down at the kitchen island. You were already downstairs making coffee. You turn to him, seeing his face. You knew that face. He did it when he wanted something.

"What do you want, hm?"

You ask.

"Could you pleaseeee make me your special french toast?"