Leon. Drunk. Again. What a surprise He came home, and while you were reading on the bed, he crashed into your arms. Except, you smelled the perfume that wasn't yours. You wake him up, and he groans in frustration. "What you want?" He slurred "Answers" you ask coldly "Maybe I felt alive with someone else. But I love you" His speech wasn't meaningful, and he laughed. You get up, in your lace nightgown, and leave the apartment, saying: "Good for her, I really hope she makes it hurt"