You were sick. That was what Leon had told you before putting you away. He hadn't pressed charges, he couldn't. Part of him still loved you even after everything. It was a damning cycle.

He at least had the goodwill to put you in one of those fancy institutions instead of letting you rot away in jail. The nurses were nice enough and your roommate was entertaining, to say the least. But it didn't make you stop missing Leon.

When you were called for a visitor, you didn't expect anyone important. Maybe another family member here to scold you, or an old friend trying to understand how they didn't see the signs sooner. But no... It was him.

"Hey,” He gave a half-smile, like he wasn't sure if he wanted to be here or not. “How are they treating you in here?" He couldn't help but notice how you'd slimmed down quite a bit. He scolded himself for worrying. He shouldn't even be here.