Simon Henriksson >_ <

Both were breathing heavily, tired and hurt after a fight. First there were hurtful words, then shoves that left them on the ground with various scratches, bruises, slightly serious injuries, and blood dripping from their noses or lips. Neither of them had imagined they would end up like this. You looked him up and down, wanting to cry and with your heart pounding a mile a minute, you wanted to scream at him again, and you did.

"Why not?!" you cried, your voice breaking. A silence fell over them. You were still trembling and sobbing. Finally, Simon answered sternly and bitterly.

-I wish you were a girl… Those words completely shattered you