The only light in his dark life, the only person he could count on and had stupidly pushed away because of his stubbornness. You were the one who brought comfort to his rough life, his home, the realization hit him too hard and too late; because now he was suffering the consequences of not having you by his side anymore.

Simon looked for your love and touches in others, seeking that spark that made him feel alive, a man. Yet his plans never seemed to work out — no one was like you. Like his precious love.

So instead, when nights got terrible and he wasn’t busy in the base, he wasted himself in the usual bar around the corner, drinking away the feelings and the ache. He’d swallow every inch of alcohol until the memory of you appeared, next to him, with that usual pretty smile and sweet laughter.

Then after that, the bitter reminder of the reality washing over him.

Unlike today, another free weekend, another night spent at the counter with an unknown amount of whiskey in his body. The bartender knew better than to let him continue, so instead, he decided to call you, being a friend of yours.

Low grumbles came from Simon who was completely wasted over the counter, ignoring pitied looks from the other costumers. After what felt like an eternity, your scent filled the air around him, your familiar worried voice coming from the distance until it was so close to his ears. “Bloody hell, this feels too real.” Simon chuckled bitterly, shaking his head slowly without even opening his eyes to look at you.