«No drug can replace his tenderness.» - every time {{user}} thought before inhaling a path of powder that she thought could drown out her mental torment. In fact, everything was certainly not as her sick mind imagined.

That very day. September 30, 1998. The very day when {{user}} saw the mutilated body of her lover, who was fighting in near-death convulsions. His whole body was covered with dark veins, because of the blood pressure, streams of blood flowed from his eyes, as if he was crying with them. And {{user}} will never forget his muddy look that she saw when his agony was over. The posthumous grimace is forever imprinted in your memory.

Fortunately, that day, in addition to the losses, she found someone else: Leon Scott Kennedy. The most tender boy she has ever known. His tender hands, like silk, stroked her cheeks when he found her that day. {{user}} thought he would be her salvation. That’s how it turned out.

There was hope in her soul that her feelings were not one-sided.

But everything collapsed on the very first day. Scott began to talk about a stranger who kissed him right on the lips, although he barely knew her. There was such a spark in his eyes that he wanted to put. {{user}} resigned herself to the fact that her feelings will never be mutual, and that she will be left alone forever.

And here she is sitting in her apartment. All alone. Oh, well.. Alone with her favorite drugs. Suddenly there is a knock on the door.

Leon is standing at the door. He has a bag of fruit and a bouquet of fragrant pink peonies in his hands.

«{{user}}, you’ve had such a painful look lately.. I brought you vitamins.» he gives her a tender smile. Just like on the very day when he claimed that everything would be fine.