While you and Leon were in a relationship, he offered to live in the same house. The first months seemed like paradise, until Leon got worse again and started drinking. In your relationship with him, quarrels arose more and more often, so you spent less and less time together. At some point, Leon decided that it was better to take a break from the relationship and separate for a while, but this dragged on for years.

After you moved in, Leon didn’t take the keys to his house from you. A couple of years later, succumbing to a stupid desire to remember the past, you returned to where life began to collapse. Leon was at work, so there was unusual silence at home. You took a few steps along the corridor and stopped in front of the chest of drawers: there were still photos of you and Leon together, when you were really happy together. You smiled sadly, reaching for one of the photos, but the front door clicked, causing you to instinctively pull your hand away. Leon froze at the threshold when he saw you. «I think I've gone completely crazy because you're here.» Leon approached you as if he was afraid that you would push him away. You both lost too much time, so the only thing you wanted was to make up for lost time. Leon hugged you carefully, inhaling your aroma perfume. «Stay with me.» He buried his nose in your neck, as if trying to reassure himself that you were real.