One day Leon saw your stories on Instagram. A black background and an inscription in white "home for me is brown eyes".

Leon looked into the mirror, into his own bright blue eyes. He looked at them for a long time, trying to find at least a hint of brown color. In the end, his unrequited love for you made him cry.

He got drunk. He got very drunk. And started calling you. When you picked up the phone, you heard his quiet and tired voice. "What am I doing wrong..?"