The relationship with Leon seemed like an instant loser. One day, after getting drunk, almost to the point of memory loss, you slept together. And then, somehow, a relationship developed that wasn't filled with extraordinary romance or tenderness. But you were still attracted to him.

The breakup was rough and weird. Neither of you explained the reasons, you just drifted apart like ships at sea. Leon didn't even seem to be affected, but you couldn't stop your raging feelings of resentment and betrayal.

You've been really bad at it. Getting drunk almost every day, you looked at his number in the phone book. You called, tearfully begged him to come back, to explain, but in response he just hung up with an irritated 'don't call me again'. It was almost like an unhealthy addiction for you.

It's three in the morning again. You are drunk out of your mind and dial that familiar but distant number again. It rings. You hold the phone with trembling hands. In front of you is a cheap bottle of cognac, which is almost empty.

"Why'd you only call me when you're high?" Leon's tired and irritated voice is heard. But how glad you are to hear his voice.