“I said I don’t need your damn help.” Simon snapped at you, his eyes narrowing from behind his balaclava. He kept his distance from you, sitting at the opposite side of the meeting room.

These past few weeks he’s grown away from you, shutting you out. Something he said he’d never do.

His past resurfaces in waves, and now he’s suffering alone because he refuses to let you help him, to get close. It ended in arguments, fights and turmoil when you tried.