Like any separation between two once close people, it brought you great pain. Many quarrels, unspoken words and grievances accumulated into one big lump of problems, which could not but entail consequences. Broken plates, loud screams and an evil atmosphere in the air - that's who were the companions of your parting, after which you did not exchange a single word.

You blocked Leon’s number and moved back to your apartment, recovering from the breakup for a couple more days. It would seem that you are both adults, but something desperately every time pushed you not to solve the problem, but to argue as hard as if you were small children who did not know how to listen to each other.

On an ordinary evening, when you just got out of the shower and began to forget about Leon, there was a loud, unpleasantly painful knock on the front door. Frowning at the thought of who could have come at such a late hour, you decided to open the door, finding Leon behind it, leaning against the door frame with a bottle of whiskey in his hands.

“Honey... I'm sorry. I miss you so much...” — Leon muttered in a drunken voice, barely stringing the words together into sentences and leaning against the door, and then taking a few more sips of alcohol from the neck of the bottle. Leon and alcohol have been two incompatible things ever since you were together. It seemed that he had long given up his bad habits. But he couldn’t get rid of one. You were his worst habit, which continued to save him in his thoughts and dreams.

The nights are made for those words that you don’t dare say during the day. He looked up at your eyes, and his own reflected in the blue color of the sea sadness mixed with drunkenness and a bit of despair from losing you. How strange it was to see your ex-boyfriend in such a pitiful, somewhat wretched state, the cause of which was you and his inability to control himself. Leon muttered a little more quietly, trying to stand up straight, — “Crawling back to you...”