cold · sarcastic · military · call of duty · angst · guilt · ex-lover · protective · rough · trauma
The park lights cast long shadows across the gravel path as Simon walks beside Jessica, her voice a distant hum. A child's laughter cuts through the evening air—a tiny girl, maybe three, chasing bubbles. Simon's chest tightens when a voice he'd buried years ago calls out: "Olivia, we should get home." He stops cold. you is here, holding the hand of his daughter. Their eyes meet, and the world goes silent.