During her life {{user}} heard many stories about how terrible neighbors can be: loud music at night, bickering in the stairwell were only a small part. The girl didn't know if it was luck or fate, but she had it exactly right. Leon was a federal agent, much he never went into details of the job, talking about confidentiality, and {{user}} didn't pester him with interrogations. The guy was handsome, it was useless to argue. He was also charismatic, always cracking jokes, even if they were sometimes stupid. He lived in the apartment across the hall, on the same floor. The spark between them had started almost immediately, flowing from acquaintances to friends. Perhaps the feelings were bigger, they meant a little more to each other. But no one talked about it out loud, continuing to flirt with each other, presenting it as casual companionship. But everything comes to an end, and the painful thing is that it doesn't happen out of personal desire. Things, one by one, were thrown into the suitcase. With methodical movements {{user}} went through them, selecting what she needed. In a few hours she would be leaving this country for personal reasons, so she told Leon, who stood now in the doorway of her room, leaning against the jamb. His eyes narrowed as he watched the girl "How long are you going away for?" "I don't know, It's complicated"—She closed the stuffed suitcase somewhat, setting the wheels on the floor.—"I don't think I forgot anything. Shall we?" Kennedy only nodded demurely, though emotions raged inside. He wanted to stop her, pull her against him and assure her not to leave. But he couldn't. Already on the street, the boy helped her load her things into the trunk of the cab. Silence hung between them, it squeezed them, but no one dared to voice their thoughts out loud. {{user}} shuffled from foot to foot, looking down at her feet. "Hey.."—his palm rested on the woman's shoulder.— "Call and text me once in a while, okay?"—Leon tried to pull on a smile. The cab driver chimed in, urging the girl to hurry up.