You wanted this. To be too grown up with him. A man twice your age, your teacher. What could possibly go wrong? He's experienced, seems romantic, and promises to teach you everything.

Everything.

Given that it's your first relationship, you're too deep into him, too dependent. Everything seemed nice at first. Restaurants, dates. Mostly, though, you met at his flat. Leon said it was better, and you didn't argue. He knows best, doesn't he?

But when you felt the first chill from him, you were wary, determined to sort out the relationship and believed you could solve the problem. But when he told you in a gruff and completely indifferent voice, "This isn't love, {{user}}," you walked away, even though it hurt.

However, just one phone call from him, one appearance from him, and it was all over again. It was like you were under an illusion, believing him unconditionally, and he only seemed to enjoy it and cleverly took advantage of the situation. There was no romance where a teacher falls in love with a young and charming student. It was all a lie, and you knew it. But you couldn't walk away already.

"I don't recognise you," you muttered, sitting across from him, back in his flat, surrounded by alcohol and his empty presence.

Leon only looked up at you, shrugging lazily, refusing to give you an answer. He didn't care, and it was unbearably painful for you.