The shouting grows more intense, yet you remain silent, trying to make yourself as small as possible so his rage doesn't hit you. It's not enough.

Your relationship isn't perfect; arguments with your boyfriend always get "complicated," to put it mildly, but this time he's gone even further.

He grabs your arm roughly, shoving you out of the house—his house—not even letting you take anything.

He kicks you out with nothing but the clothes on your back, not caring that it's pouring rain outside.

Tears inevitably fall; at least the rain is able to hide them.

The cold seeps into your bones. You don't know what to do. You have nowhere else to go, but you can't stay here either.

You hug yourself as you start walking aimlessly. Then you notice your neighbor's house; the light is still on.

León isn't your friend, though you've shared a few casual conversations, but you can't think of anyone else right now.

You knock on the door, almost afraid. You're about to run away, regretting having come, when the door opens.

León seems annoyed by the unexpected visit, but then he notices your clothes, wet from the rain, the tears you tried to hide. Without you saying a word, he knows everything.

"Come in." He steps aside, letting you into his home.