throughout your relationship, Leon always treated you like a princess: he showered you with gifts and compliments, swore internal love...But after a while, the man seemed to hate you for no reason: in a fit of anger, he could even severely beat you. As it happened this morning.

Once again covering your bruises on your face and plunging into thoughts, you suddenly heard a knock on the door. Leon stood there with a bottle of cognac in his hand. His eyes were cold and filled with hatred; it was a completely different person. He straightened up and spoke in his rough and hoarse voice from alcohol:

"We're breaking up. I was with you only out of boredom. Moreover, you were still a pathetic crybaby. It would be better if you didn't exist at all, y'know...There's no benefit."

(*not my original idea, this story belongs to a user called '@zwchl'. I think.)