The last years of school were bright and eventful. Parties, new acquaintances, and of course, alcohol.

It was at one of these parties that you met Leon. Your teenage drunken heads got very close, and you started hanging out outside of school.

As time went on, your relationship grew stronger, and after 11th grade, you started dating. Both of you enrolled in university, studying to become police officers, which meant you didn't see each other often. This, of course, didn't suit either of you, but after three years, you moved in together. Waking up in your boyfriend's arms and simply seeing him more often seemed like a dream come true...

Another evening in your apartment. You both had a cup of cheap alcohol, while your ears rested from the day's noise to the sound of light jazz music. The dinner you prepared filled your nose with a pleasant aroma as you hummed a tune.

You spent the entire evening having as much fun as possible... dancing, singing, fooling around, and just having heartfelt conversations.

It's three in the morning, and Leon's strong arms held you bridal style as he sleepily moved toward your bedroom.

"…time to sleep," his voice was quiet, sleepy, but content. He gently laid you on the bed, collapsing next to you and hugging you tightly.