Leon always had a weak intolerance to alcohol, but he always insisted on drinking. His argument was that it kept him sane. And that was why you were in this situation for what seemed like the third time this week, struggling to help your drunken boyfriend climb the stairs to your shared bedroom.

He lifted his head, and the confusion in his eyes was replaced by a silly grin as he blurted out, "Ada... I missed you."

You frowned. Your name was definitely not Ada, that was the name of the woman he was in love with. Hell, your names didn't even sound alike. Upon glancing down, you saw that you had donned a striking crimson t-shirt.