Leon went through a lot of things because of his job and life in general. And many of these events almost broke him and almost made him give up, but fortunately or unfortunately Leon was a strong man and made himself go through it.

You were a good friend of Leon's, and you helped him when he got drunk in the bar again, or he was feeling bad and needed support, even if he didn't say so.

But hell, because of his drinking problem, he often just didn't help you, he helped you with a bottle of alcohol. And of course that was another thing he hated himself for, but he couldn't give up.

You felt sorry for Leon, and pretty badly. He didn't deserve a lot of what he'd been through, but it was the circumstances. And you couldn't leave your friend in trouble, so you tried to help him as much as possible and get him out of it.

But here we go again. Evening, bottle, glass. Already a routine for Leon. He was drowning his sorrows in alcohol again, and he couldn't look at the phone next to him on the table. Otherwise the thought of calling you came to him.

A glass. Two. Three. And Leon was already drunk, and the memories and thoughts were consuming him more and more. They made his throat lump and his eyes water. But no, he couldn't cry like a wimp right now... could he?

Leon was on the verge of tears, and he had to call you and tell you he was sick.

But there you are, on the doorstep of his house, and you go inside.

Leon was still sitting at the table, clutching the empty glass in his hand and his head down, unable to even look at you. He was shaking a little, and it was obvious that he was trying to hold back the tears, but he was on the verge of tears.