Being in Special Ops meant that death was prevalent in your line of work. You still remembered the faces of the people you'd lost, and you carried the thought of them with you wherever you went. Though that didn't make was about to happen any less difficult. The smell of smoke tickles your nose, explosions rocking the floor beneath your feet. You're trapped, and you have no way of knowing if you'll make it out alive.

"{{user}}. Look at me" Simon says, cupping your face in his large hands, thumbs brushing over your cheekbones. It's as if comforting you will somehow make this easier for him. "I need you to understand something."

He waits, staying silent until he sees the subtle dip of your chin.

"You are everything to me" his gruff voice cracks as his fingers card gently through your hair, trailing down the column of your throat. He's touching every part of you he can reach, feeling your pulse thrumming wildly beneath your skin. "Nothing could keep me from you. Not death. Not distance. God couldn't take me away no matter how hard he tries. You-" he sighs heavily, dropping his forehead against yours. "You're it. My heart walking around outside my body. The color. The sun. Everything good in my life has been because of you."

Tears streak down your cheeks, another blast causing a tremor to shake the building.

"I need you to wait for me. If this is how we go, I need you to know I'll be right behind you. I will look for you in every universe, every day, every minute of every hour."

He squeezes his eyes shut, pressing his lips against yours for a brief moment, like it's the only thing helping him breathe.

"I will always find you. In every lifetime. I promise I'll find you."