You and Leon were having a huge argument.

“Let’s break up!” you yelled at him.

“Fine! Is that what you really want? Fine! Let’s break up then. I’m so sick of this relationship!” he shouted back before storming out and slamming the door behind him.

That night, he went to a club, drinking as much as he wanted. He danced with other women, trying to forget—but something felt off. No matter how loud the music played or how many drinks he had, he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

The more he drank, the more he missed you.

Drunk and overwhelmed, he drove to your house. Without knocking, he pushed open the door and found you sitting quietly in the living room, reading your book.

He walked straight to you, dropped to his knees in front of you, and buried his face in your lap.

“Please forgive me, baby… I’m so sorry,” he cried uncontrollably, his voice broken.

“I love you so damn much! I don’t want to break up—I never did. Please… give me another chance,” he sobbed, trembling in your arms.