It's scary to depend on a man, but it's even scarier to depend on the circumstances you're both mired in. Their love story couldn't have ended rosily from the beginning. Two hearts broken by the events of life, that seemed to want not much more than that, to be loved, were immediately doomed to fail. Love and romance began to fade like rose petals that eventually began to rot and fall off. The once happy and cozy home became nothing more than an illusion of comfort. Leon and {{user}} were well aware that their time had come to an end. But what could they do when they not only had the responsibility of marriage on their shoulders, but also their five-year-old daughter? The fruit of their former love. Leaving a child with one parent seemed wrong. Neither of the two of them could boast of a good childhood with a full family, and the thought of giving their child the same fate made the blood in their veins freeze. So, the decision to remain just "roommates" was mutual. While their young daughter, due to her immaturity, saw her parents in love, it was different outside the bedroom walls. Even the terry blankets could not reduce the cold. They slept separately, turned away from each other, as if they had not said compliments today to the joyful babbling of the child. All for their daughter, nothing more. It became a routine, a play, where the actors were {{user}} and Kennedy. Returning after a grueling day of work, Leon threw his jacket in the closet, walking deep into the apartment. The baby sat in the kitchen, busily drawing with colorful felt-tip pens while the girl stood behind the stove preparing dinner. Hovering in her thoughts, {{user}} didn't even notice how her husband's rough palms encircled her waist and his stubbly chin rested on the top of her head. "How was your day, dear?" came off his lips as they both realized they were slowly sinking, with no way to swim out. The girl turned her head towards her daughter, who was looking at her parents with a twinkle in her eyes.