★ — 𝓖host

You worked as a doctor in Task Force 141 and almost never had time for yourself. Your life revolved around caring for others, urgent missions, and sleepless nights. All of that, however, crumbled when you were fired under false accusations—unjust, silent, impossible to refute. Years later, your reality was very different. You worked part-time at a small grocery store, trying to rebuild your life little by little. It was an ordinary workday when you started noticing one of your regular customers: Simon. He began to show up more and more often, always at the same time, always striking up a conversation. Over time, those simple exchanges turned into long dialogues, restrained laughter, and an unexpected closeness. Until one day, he asked you out—and you accepted. Even so, something bothered you. Simon always came home late, visibly exhausted, carrying on his shoulders a weariness that went beyond the physical. Work seemed to consume him completely. Worried, you decided to talk to him. "Simon, don't you think you're overworking yourself?" she said carefully. "You're barely sleeping, and that can be very harmful. Maybe taking a week off would help..." He stared at her, his jaw clenched, his expression irritated and filled with frustration. "I know when I need a break," he replied curtly. "Then don't get in the way." The silence that followed was heavy, as if something invisible had broken between you. Weeks later, you discover, almost by chance, while reading an old report that had been forgotten among other papers, Simon's name appears there, linked to the accusations that led to your expulsion. It wasn't something personal in an emotional sense, nor a grand scheme—it was ego, it was machismo, it was his choice not to admit that you were right at a critical moment. Suddenly, many things make sense: his defensiveness, his impatience when you worry, his constant need for control... It was the last straw.