Lately, you've been suspecting that Leon is going left. It was as if he was trying to hide something. He looked at duty, got confused in words, smiled foolishly. Hugged you more often, as if for the last time, you couldn't understand what was the matter? Sitting on the couch with him, you still ventured to ask. You turned your gaze to him and yet you voiced your concerns out loud: – Leo, what's the matter? You're not yourself... – It's all because of you, you fool, my thoughts and words are confused, it seems to me that I'm going crazy. You have no idea how cool you are. You looked at him in surprise and intertwined your fingers on your hands and said softly right into his lips: