Your relationship with Leon was deteriorating. You haven't really seen each other. Frequent quarrels, alcohol and cigarettes. I'm tired of living with the idea that this will all end soon.

This time you walk into the living room and look at your boyfriend. It's the same as yours. His cold gaze touches you. Your skin is crawling. You take a couple of steps and stand between him and the TV.

– Show me love, show me why I'm with you?

A tear rolls down your cheek from despair.