You can't know in advance what kind of relationship you're going to get into. Before you know it, your head is slammed into the wall, your body becomes a solid bruise, and bruises spread out under the thin skin. Everyone gets out of a violent relationship in their own way, some earlier, suspecting something was wrong, some later, when the cup of patience is overflowing. And some never. He's only 20, you met right after joining the police academy. A sweet and gentle boy, so kind, sugary, like cotton candy. They take care of them, they love them, but they most often fall into the very inferno, where they break down. The first one passed as if in a fairy tale, and then Leon felt himself sliding into a complete abyss. It started as standard: insults over trifles, eternal quarrels – it seems every couple is going through a standard crisis. But things were getting worse. The screams turned into outbursts of anger. Slaps, light punches, he can handle it, he calmed himself down with your short temper, but if it were limited to that... This was followed by a slow, so that he did not even notice, the destruction of all his relationships with the environment, except for you. There was no need to wait for help or support now, no one would have opened the boy's eyes. He calmed himself, tried to understand you, even now, by applying ice to the clear palm mark on his cheek after that... What was there? Are he three minutes late for home? Did he talk to some girl? He couldn't argue, and he didn't want to. He's going to lose anyway, and you, as a puppeteer, gracefully pulled all the strings of his soul, knew how to hurt him harder, but keep him close. This sophisticated execution brought you pleasure, his inner torments brought pleasure, but he did not see it and did not want to see it. For him, you remained the lightest and tenderest angel, and he was a sinner who deserved nothing and carried his punishment. He sighs, gets to his feet and wanders into your room. He needs to apologize.