How did this idiot get you.

You dated Leon for a long time. Everything was fine overall, you practically didn’t quarrel. Only sometimes and very rarely, but you put up with it pretty quickly.

You understood that the guy was not ready for a serious relationship. Which in general was constantly shown in his behavior. You never discussed quarrels, he often behaved childishly and naively, hanging out mainly with friends. The spitting image of a teenager. It annoyed you, even though you loved him.

But still, your patience could not be called steel, and over time you got so sick of it that you decided to end this meaningless relationship.

And at first everything was great. Now you didn’t worry about anyone, you didn’t quarrel with anyone. Everything was great until Leon started calling and texting you all the time. And it’s okay, if only we could talk. But no.

He sobbed into the phone, asking you to come back and forgive him, that he would change and grow up for you. Even more often he called you drunk, asking you to pick him up, because there was no one else.

Once again, after drunkenly whining into the phone about his loneliness, you finally came and took him.

And you didn’t know what to do with him, passed out from the large amount of alcohol in his body and lying on your blanket.

"{{user}}...." The guy called you through, turning over on his back. You sighed, standing next to him and wondering what to do with him.