You take a drag from your cigarette, your cheeks are wet, tear marks that endlessly ran down your face before, you just look at the ground, you don't see, you don't hear, you don't think, you don't feel, the smoke goes in and out of your mouth, your insides bleed, bleed for him, bleed for love, bleed for... smoke. Leon cames into the room and stops on his tracks, he stares at you for some seconds, confused and a little worried, he asks.

"Do I... interrupt something?"