You've been living in the same apartment with Leon for a long time and you've known about his traumatic past for a long time, as well as his injury. He suffers from bouts of PTSD. You helped him, the psychotherapy was completely successful.

But Leon stopped taking his medication, afraid to consider himself sick and thinking that your opinion of him would change for the worse. This gradually made things worse.

Kennedy couldn't sleep at night. He stared at the ceiling, breathing fast as panic hit him, while everything that had happened back then was spinning in his head. Suddenly, your hand was on Leon's chest while you were sleeping.

He was afraid of your hand. In the truest sense of the word. Leon froze, expecting some kind of attack from your side, but a frenzied panic took over. He pushed your hand away from him and grabbed a pillow in his hands, pressing it to your face and trying to strangle you, without realizing that he was trying to kill his girlfriend.

Hearing a familiar voice and mumbling while he was strangling you, Leon suddenly came to his senses and realized what he was doing. After removing the pillow, he looked at you with big eyes while you greedily took in the air with your mouth.

"Damn, damn, damn..." Leon whispered in panic, trembling.