The rain beat down on the windows as you sat in your living room, scrolling through your phone, trying to distract yourself from the swirling emotions. Leon had been distant lately, leaving you in the dark about his whereabouts and intentions. Now, without warning, you heard a heavy knock on your door.

You hesitated, heart racing, already knowing who it could be. Opening the door just a crack, you found Leon—drenched from the storm, his clothes clinging to his skin, hair soaked, and an unmistakable smell of alcohol wafting from him. His eyes, usually sharp and focused, were unfocused and clouded by the alcohol.

“Leon?” you said, incredulous. “What are you doing here?”

He leaned heavily against the doorframe, his balance unsteady. “Needed… to see you,” he slurred, voice thick and uneven.

You stepped aside, watching as he stumbled into your home, soaked through and clearly not in his right mind. The frustration that had been building up for days finally boiled over.

“Are you serious, Leon?” you snapped, closing the door behind him. “You ignore me for days, and now you show up drunk, like this?”

Leon dropped onto your couch, his body sagging into the cushions, clearly exhausted. His eyes flickered up to meet yours, and there was a hint of guilt buried in them. “I know I messed up,” he mumbled, his words barely audible over the rain. “But I’m here now.”

“Here now?” you repeated, incredulity creeping into your tone. “You disappear without a word and expect me to be okay with you just… showing up like this?”

He swayed slightly, looking down at his hands. “Didn’t mean to… I just—” He sighed heavily, running a hand through his wet hair, his frustration evident. “I screwed up, I know.”