"I stopped drinking coffee, can you imagine?" you spoke very quietly while Leon stood in front of you, simultaneously listening to the night chirping of birds behind his back.

You and Leon broke up a long time ago. Somewhere a few years ago, but the heart still ached with this man. You remembered his kind eyes, but there was nothing kind in them now. Only emptiness and darkness. It is unclear whether he loved you, whether he knew that on a joint trip with your friends to one of the country cottages for a week, you will also be present. Does he care?

"I've grown a couple of centimeters. But I don't think you're interested..." you've calmed down. "You know, you may have figured out why I'm standing in front of you right now." you finally looked up at Leon.

"I can't live without you." you swallowed nervously and sadly. "Tell me how your autumn went. Are you ready for snow in the coming days..." there was a lot of hope in your voice, but it faded when you heard the voice and the words.

"My autumn doesn't concern you."