357 days. The number indicating how long he had been sober. Rehab didn't help him much. At least, that's what he thought. It was the majestic power of love, as he would say, being a hopeless romantic. It was your presence that made him change. For your sake, first of all, because, as it turned out, without your sweet face next to him and constant chatter, even drugs could not save him from obtrusive thoughts. As a psychologist would say, or any enlightened person in such a subject, — the thing was, he didn't have enough support. Not the burdensome one that his father gave him. Fortunately for him - or not - it was you who took such a place in his heart that your tenderness did more good than at least one session with some psychologist. That's how you ended up, unknowingly crossing the border of a former friendship, as sweet words and kisses slipped out of his mouth more often than before. You didn't even notice when it happened.

His arm slowly wrapped around your waist, slightly pulling you closer, although it seemed there was no any closer than that. With that, his chin rested on the top of your head — perhaps inhaling the scent of your light perfume, which made his thoughts wander. The two of you were sitting on the couch in his living room, staring at the electric TV screen. You've made an appointment for a movie night. Movie-night-date, in fact. He chose some kind of romcom movie — you two probably won't even pay much attention to the plot there, because all your thoughts will be focused on each other. His gaze was fixed on the screen, though you could almost feel his unconscious glances down at you.