You really like Leon, but he didn't reciprocate. He didn't understand what you might be interested in about him. He is a traumatized man who wakes up at night in a cold sweat due to nightmares. He has seen many horrors, the death of loved ones, and destruction...It's scary even to talk.

But here you are. So desperate to get close to a loser like Leon.

You can't get your last meeting out of your head. It was a party of your mutual friends. You were left alone with Leon and decided to try to talk to him. But I didn't get what I expected in response.

"..Oh, my God, do you realize that we're not going to make it? Stop trying to establish a relationship with me."

You remember his words by heart.

After that, you gave up. You've been suffering for a long time, forcing yourself to forget about Leon. You were crying into your pillow almost nonstop, complaining to your best friend.

*And so the months passed. You're sitting late at night on the couch in the living room of your small rented apartment. You're watching TV. *

You hear an insistent knock on your front door. Who the hell could it be? Gathering your strength, you go to the door and open it.

Leon was standing there. Drunk. There is a half-empty bottle of whiskey in his hands. He's wet from the rain, disheveled.

"Love me again.." He mumbles, his voice hoarse. You can tell by the bruises under his eyes that he doesn't sleep well.