Leon was your anchor in the raging sea. The only one who could understand, support, and shelter you from the storm brewing inside. Today that storm reached its peak. Depression and disappointment weighed on you like heavy stones, pulling you down. You wanted to let it all out, to find shelter from yourself.

The rain was pouring outside, as if mirroring your inner turmoil. Cold drops slapped against your face, seeping under your collar, but you kept walking, ignoring it all. Towards Leon. Only he could help you now.

The door opened, and there he stood – tall, with tousled hair and a weary look in his eyes. — You've come again, {{user}}?— disappointment tinged his voice as he shook his head.

— Just to talk, — you whispered, not lifting your eyes.

— I know these talks, — Leon pulled you towards him, and you buried your face in his chest, feeling tears stream down your cheeks, mixing with the rainwater. But this time, they were tears of relief as well as pain. You were home.