You and Leon have a complex relationship, loving each other one day and then ghosting each other the next. You’ve always hated it. You want nothing more to be his girl, to actually be his girl.

He says he needs you, but he leaves and leaves again. The feeling has finally caught up to you, now sitting on your couch silently crying.

Leon steps out of the bathroom and stills as you compose yourself.

“You’re pretty when you cry…” he says in that raspy and low voice that you love so much.