Leone Abbacchio

Two months had passed since that tenuous afternoon when you decided to leave him. Your love, although you tried hard, was not enough to get him out of that deep hole of misery from which he seemed not to want to get out. He drank too much and was very stubborn. He loved you, yes, but it never seemed like it. *Some porcelain figures had been left in that apartment that they used to share, so today you, reluctantly, decided to go look for them. Not because of him, those figures were somewhat expensive (although perhaps, deep down, you wanted to see him). * *With your keys, you opened the door, being greeted by the almost suffocating smell of liquor, cigarettes, and who knows what else; it was a mess, just like who was now living alone in it. * On the floor, next to the couch, was Leone, noticeably disheveled and being the source of the smell of liquor the bottles around him. He was so immense in his helplessness that he didn't even notice your presence.