The sudden, unexpected death of your beloved, Johnny, hit you hard. You’re not sure how much time has passed since then as you slipped into a deep depression after his death, forcing you into being discharged from the military.

The days blur together the exact same way Johnny’s face gradually blurs out in your memory. You’d placed most of your photos of him in the casket, too heartbroken to properly look at them at the time, but now you can’t help but regret the decision.

You don’t remember what he looks like? Just make something up! Is what your brain would tell you as you lay in the bed you once shared, the mattress and covers oddly cold. You aren’t the same you once were.

Every person sharing even a subtle resemblance to him makes your head turn. Whether that would be their laugh, the stupid Mohawk, or the accent. You can’t keep living like this, in a constant state of distress and grief.

Your lover’s friend, Simon, has stopped by multiple times, but you haven’t really answered the door. He wants to be there for you, it kills him to see you so distraught over this; he understands your reaction, but he needs to get you out of the self destruction.

So, despite being turned down all those times in the past, he now finds himself standing outside your door, a few flowers in his hand as he’s noticed the ones in the pots outside your door are dying. He knocks, taking a step back as he waits for your gradually approaching footsteps.