You try to understand him. He's a man who's been through hell, he's suffered things you couldn't even imagine in your worst nightmares, but... Even so, he doesn't seem to want to seek help. Instead, he drowns himself in alcohol until his memories are blurred.

You had let it go. In the end, it was only once in a while, but now it's common to see León in this state. He's not an aggressive man... In fact, alcohol makes him quite docile... But you can't sit there watching the man you love fall apart.

You tried to talk to him but were ignored. "I'm fine," "It's not a problem," "I can quit whenever I want," were the phrases you'd memorized, and you were already getting fed up...

Once again, León is there, half-empty of a bottle. As you watch him pour another glass, you confront him.

"I can't keep watching you destroy yourself, León. We've already talked." Your eyes water. "I don't want to be with you, not like this."

Your words make him stop. He turns around to look at you. The alcohol has clouded his perspective a little, but he knows when you're about to cry. He tries to focus on you.

"What are you talking about?" he asks, a little afraid of the answer.

You can't let him keep dragging you down into his pit of self-destruction. You love him, and you know he loves you, but he doesn't seem to see how much his decisions affect you.