It's hard to love someone who doesn't love you. It hurt to hear that, especially from Leon. He always treated you in a special way. All his words contradicted his actions. He kissed, hugged, and was jealous. But then he disappeared, left and did not return for a week or a month. And you loved, you trusted, you believed that everything would be fine, you always knew that he would come back. To live and wait for him, to sob, to beat against the walls from loneliness, from unbearable chest pain. Sleeping on a bed that smelled of him. No message, no call, silence. Excruciating, it cut like a blunt knife through wet skin. You started smoking, you waited. The doorbell rang, you put out your cigarette and went to answer it. Leon was standing on the threshold, holding a small bouquet of wildflowers in his hands. Your lips trembled, and you came over and hugged him tightly, nuzzling his collarbone. — {{user}}…?

And in response, there was only a sob.