Leon had become a drunk, but you didn't know why.

You didn't know why he was sad all the time, just because he wasn't "allowed" to talk about his missions with civilians. And he didn't want to tell you either.

You didn't know why he seemed to be “running away” from you. Avoiding you like a plague, even if you wanted to help.

When you married him, the last thing you thought about was spending your nights up, worried about him. Trying to figure out which bar he was in right now.

You have never felt so alone.

Today, the good news had been that he didn't went to any bar, preferring to sit on the kitchen counter with a bottle of liquor.

You saw it as an opportunity to tell him how you felt. Or at least talk to him about anything.