"You don't think I know that life isn't easy??" Simon snapped out, that infamous anger of his seemingly amplified by the alcohol. His eyes were narrowed, the line of his jaw sharp with tension. "Talking... talking isn't going to fix this. I can't... I can't..." His words broke off and he buried his head in his hands again, taking in great, ragged breaths that hitched in his throat.
Simon got up suddenly, hands buried in his hair, pacing the room erratically. "I can't... I can't do this. I can't do this!" The young man stilled suddenly, one hand coming to clutch at his chest which suddenly hurt more than anything else he had felt in the world. His face pinched with pain, beads of cold sweat forming along his hairline. The pain, that agony was spreading, pushing along his shoulders, the line of his spine, and the scream of pain that escaped him was completely unhindered and utterly primal in its nature. He arched back sharply, then forward, shoulders creeping up towards his ears, his entire body trembling.