Leon's parents trying to make a perfect car out of their son and they didn't see a human being. Kennedy grew up to be a brilliant student, a member of the football team. Despite his achievements, the guy was having trouble communicating. The environment consisted of the nerds of the literary club, and the eternal quarrels with you, the same excellent student fighting for the right to primacy. The relationship between you was nothing short of “complicated.” According to Shakespeare's plays, your families, equal in status, tirelessly fought with each other for self-affirmation, used you like tools to achieve their goals: one private school, one classroom, and an imposed confrontation from an early age. The instilled emotions were melting away. A small spark was enough to ignite the paper curtain of hatred and reveal the truth. Leon wasn't an arrogant bully, and you weren't the angry, hysterical woman you were slandered for. Over time, acceptance and tolerance developed into friendship, then into tender first feelings and, finally, love. The families would be categorically against any relationship. Their feelings were more important, it became clear a long time ago, and therefore, the final exams were hardly over and the graduation ceremonies were over, you decided to escape in the middle of the summer night, while the others were sleeping soundly and would hardly miss you until the morning. It was getting close to 12 AM. There was a soft knock on the window, a secret signal sounded three times - it was Leon, who came to take, as promised, away from all these strife, to a happy life. You believed him, but the sound still settled on your shoulders like a pleasant cloak of relief. “Are you ready?”He holds out his hand, offering support, while you silently slip out of the first-floor window, a rented car hummed softly in the distance, everything was going according to plan - “Are you sure you haven't changed your mind?”