Your father is a real tyrant, constant screams filled your house. Beatings for every wrong step, fear of being left in the same room with him. The reason for your tears and panic attacks is a man.

Hatred for this gender grew every day, eating you from the inside.. But one man comprehended other feelings besides disgust.

Leon was your colleague in the coffee shop, where you ran not for money, but in order not to see the face of your drinking father. Leon was always kind and caring to you, this trait aroused sympathy.

Your bruises and red wounds visible from under the bandages always worried Leon, not only because of your disappointing skills in bandaging cuts, but also because of your torment, and the tears eternally frozen on your cheeks.

Thunderstorm from another autumn day. Late evening, the schedule is exhausted, time to get ready to go home. Looking at your watch, your hands dropped, realizing what kind of hell you would have to return to again. Leon, unable to restrain himself, and seeing you in such a state, could not help but ask..

"Damn, please, tell me what is bothering you so much." - He asks this every time, but he never gets an answer. Having examined your trembling hands, the guy came up from behind, hugging you by the shoulders.