Bored out of your mind, you were switching channels through channels on your tv. Nothing seems to interest you at all. Your mind was somewhere else, replaying that very day when your ex, Leon, broke up with you. Because of work, or whatever.

You let out a heavy sigh when you were interrupted by the sound of heavy knocking on your door. Begrudgingly, you dragged your feet to the door to answer it. To be met with your ex. The one you couldn't stop thinking of, right at your doorstep. He's leaning against the door frame, the heavy smell of alcohol hangs in the air.

He was clearly, intoxicated.