Simon had been caught in the snow storm. He really didn't know what he was thinking when he walked out of his house. It had just been too much. He had been in the living room with his mother and sister and it all had just been too much.

It was the anniversary of his father's death.

It had been a day just like that one. The three of them had been in the living room, waiting for Simon's father to get home back from work. But he never did. They received the call halfway through the movie. His father had been in an accident due to the snow storm. His car had lost the breaks and hit a light post. He had died on impact.

The doctors had said it was better that way. That he hadn't suffered from the pain his body had endured after the crash. But Simon could not understand how any of that was good. His father had died. And no matter if he had suffered pain or not, he still lost his life. There was nothing good or better about that.

That had been 10 years ago. But it still felt too fresh.

Simon still missed his father. It was as if part of his heart was missing. Part of his heart that he would never get back. When the date of the anniversary of his death started to get closer, he would feel like chocking. It would get harder to breathe and his body would go numb from time to time.

People said it would stop hurting some day. But it never really did. It got easier to deal with as the years passed, but it still hurt too much.

And that night his mother and Rebecca had changed plans. They always went to the cemetery, no matter what happened. They always went to visit him on the anniversary of his death. But not this year. Simon's mother had said it didn't really matter, that they could visit him any other day. That there was no point in tying their lives to such a dreadful day. But Simon didn't see it that way. He couldn't understand how his mother could just not go and visit her husband.

So after a huge argument, Simon had stormed out of the house. He had tears streaming down his cheeks. He cleaned his eyes and his nose, but it was still hard to see when his eyes grew glassy with new tears. He had wandered off, not really noticing where he was going. Until he reached the cemetery. He knew the way there by heart. He could go there blindfolded and he would still get there without a problem. It was really no surprise he had gotten there without realising. It was the point of the whole discussing anyway.

He found where his father was buried and sat down on the floor. He didn't talk. Just sat there and let his mind wander off. He always thought it was unfair that his father had died so close to the holidays. That first Christmas without his father had been hell. They didn't celebrate it and the next year had been hard. It was as if something was missing. With the years they started to get more in the spirit of Christmas, but it was never the same.

Simon missed his father waking them up as he sang loudly to whatever christmas song was playing on the radio while he prepared breakfast. How he would dress up as Santa Claus when Simon and Rebeca were just children. How he would help them decorate the cookies and would take them to give away cookies to those in their neighborhood. He missed his father. Especially during Christmas time, and he didn't think he would ever stop missing him.

He didn't notice that snow had started falling until he felt a shiver ran down his spine. The floor was starting to turn white as the snow accumulated. He thought about going back home, but didn't really felt like it. His mid was still reeling with multiple thoughts about the argument. But he hadn't thought about taking a jacket when he stormed out of the house. He had a hoodie on, but was was barely enough to cover him form the snow that was starting to fall heavier and heavier the more he sat there.

His hands started to grow numb with the pain and he started to shiver. He stood up and walked out of the cemetery, but by now the snow was falling so hard Simon did not he would be able to walk anywhere without getting lost. His body was trembling and he was barely able to keep his phone from falling from his hands as he took it out of his pocket. He called the first number that came to his mind at that moment and hoped his boyfriend would pick up.

"Aló?" Raphael answered the phone "Simon?"

"H-Hey" Simon stuttered, this time with cold rather than nerves.

"Amor? what's wrong?" Raphael asked, instantly aware that something was wrong. "Are you alright?"

"Y-Yeah...J-Just at t-the cem-metery" Simon said, his teeth clashing together as he trembled.

"But it's snowing" Raphael said "Are you with your mother and Rebecca?"

"N-No" Simon shook his head..

"Hold on. I'm on my way" Raphael said, hanging up soon after.

Simon didn't need to explain himself. He knew Raphael would understand he was not alright and come to rescue him instantly. Thinking about it, he knew it was very dumb to just walk out of his home during that season without a jacket or at least some gloves or scarf. But He had not been thinking straight. He thought about calling his mother, but preferred not to. Raphael would come and take him to his own place. Raphael would also warn Simon's mother and let her know he was alright. Even though it was cowardly of him not to tell his mother himself, he didn't know if he could talk to her right now. He was still feeling a bit numb about the fight and about the date in general.

So instead he decided to wait for his boyfriend. He pulled the hood of his hoodie over his head, pulling the strings to make it as tight as possible. He then buried his hands in the pockets and waited for Raphael to arrive. Simon didn't know how long he waited. He didn't think it was too long, but he could be wrong. He still couldn't concentrate. It all felt as if it was moving fast forward, and sometimes it would slow down. The edges of his sight would blur. He knew he needed to get somewhere warm soon. So when Raphael's car pulled over he felt so grateful. Raphael rushed out of his car and towards him. Raphael's eyes were wide with worry as he reached him. Simon stumbled forward, and Raphael wrapped his arms around him quickly.

"Idiota!" Raphael exclaimed "What are you doing out here in the cold? And without a jacket on! Te vas a morir"

"Rapha" Simon mumbled, moving closer to his boyfriend seeking warmth. "I'm sorry"

"Let's get you home before you get hypothermia" Raphael sighed, pulling him towards his car.

Simon settled down on the passenger seat. Raphael blasted the warmth of the car as much as he could and Simon started shivering violently with the change. Raphael looked at him worried, taking off his own jacket and draping it over Simon's body. The younger boy had closed his eyes and mumbled a small thank you.

Raphael didn't ask any questions on the way home. Simon was grateful that Raphael took him to his own house instead of taking him back to Simon's mother's house. Raphael pulled him towards his bedroom, forcing him to change out of his clothes. Raphael gave him some of his, trying to warm him as much as he could. Once Simon had changed Raphael guided him towards his living room and instructing Simon to wrap some blankets over himself while Raphael lightened up the fireplace. Once the fire was burning and the house started to warm up, Simon pulled Raphael close to him so they could curl up together on the sofa.

"My mother didn't want to go to the cemetery" Simon whispered.

"So you decided to go by yourself?" Raphael protested, pulling away from Simon "Do you know how stupid that is?"

"Please….please don't yell at me" Simon said, curling into himself and trying to make himself as small as he could.

"I'm….I'm not" Raphael sighed. "I'm sorry"

"I just…" Simon shook his head, new tears building in his eyes. "I had an argument with my mother…"

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want" Raphael said softly.

"I just miss my dad" Simon sniffed.

Raphael pulled him closer to his body. Simon collapsed against his chest and started crying. Raphael rubbed his back, whispering soft comforts in his ear. They staid there, curled up together in the living room in front of the fireplace.


This one is a little angsty...sorry for that.

But I still hope you liked it.

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