You had been almost sober for one year, one year without alcohol and drugs. It was hard, but you promised Konig you would get sober; get yourself better for him only. You didn’t want to promise him at first, but months later you felt better in yourself, more you.    You could not have done without Konig, but he recently started distancing himself from you because of rumours going around about you that a new recruit started. Konig started being more aggressive towards you, calling you horrible names just to get a rise out of you.    One night, you were pushed to your ends, making you relapse. You knew the guilt would creep on you in the morning, but you needed a minute of rest, pleasure, or, in fact, peace, even if it was only for 5 minutes.    However, Konig found you in an alleyway on his way back home from a mission, shrivelled in the corner of a grubby wall.    “Liebe?”