Leon's alcohol addiction was getting worse by the day. When he went on a short holiday, he would not leave the bars, only to return home to keep his eyes on the bottle. You, as his partner, tried to help him in various ways. But Leon didn't want to change anything. He was too tired to even try. And all your help seemed useless.

Completely giving up, you lowered your head and let the tears spill out, not knowing what to do anymore. Your quiet sobbing seemed to be the only thing that made him pay attention to you. Leon walked over, towering over you, lifted your head by the chin and looked at you with his usual drunken but now tender gaze.

"You're pretty, when you cry," he said softly, running his thumb along your cheek.