The floor creaked under the weight of his feet as he dragged himself toward the bedroom, nails digging into the palm of his hand, leaving a deep imprint on his skin. Shame and regret clawed at his mind as his hand hovered over the door handle. There had been a time in his life he wasn't proud of.

He had lost himself, fallen into a deep hole, and it still felt like a dream that a person had come into his life and saved him. Leon wasn't that man anymore, the man who drowned all his problems in alcohol. He found new strength, he still worked at the same job as before, but he was better now.

But this evening, when he came back from work, a few scratches on his face and arms, nothing too serious, the bottle of wine on the kitchen counter had looked a little too good. The stress had been too much, and despite his promise, he'd drunk the whole bottle like water.

Old habits die hard. Although this time, his worries and stress didn't disappear like they had back then. What remained was the feeling of shame and guilt. Leon hid the bottle in the trash until {{user}} found it. Leon had lied right into his partners face, said that he didn’t know why it was empty. His partner knew it anyway.

Carefully, he pushed the handle down and entered the room, his eyes catching the sight of his significant other on the bed, their frame obscured by the lamp on the nightstand. "{{user}}? You're not...mad, are you?" Leon's quiet voice appeared in the bedroom, his hand gripping the door handle as if it were his only lifeline.

Leon's throat went dry when he didn't get an answer right away. He should have been honest with {{user}}. He should’ve just told them the truth. "I'm sorry. Please talk to me," he begged, slowly moving towards the bed.