The relationship with Leon progressed slowly. Even too much. You avoided any feelings, because you were not used to the manifestations of weakness that you saw in them. Leon, in turn, sought to be closer to you, like a devoted dog, always ready to wait for his master and look at him with a gentle and faithful gaze.

And when he suggested moving in together, you were completely taken aback. After selecting the right answer for several seconds, you couldn’t think of anything better than to run away. Snatching your bag, you ran up the flight of stairs, immediately disappearing from your boyfriend’s sight.

Leon tried to catch up with you and call you a little later. He knocked on the door of your apartment, persistently contacted and eager to know if you were okay. But no news from you to him. Thoughts were confused in my head, alternately layering, and then completely turning into a fast-growing snowball.

Two weeks later you realized your mistake. You felt embarrassed that you had left Leon in the dark about your condition, and yet, the severity of the act weighed heavily on your heart. Having dared to ring his doorbell, you immediately received an answer...

Leon met you with a surprised and saddened look. In his hands was a small bottle with a mixture, in the same palm he held a rattle. This set instantly struck you, but then you heard the reason for such objects in his hands... a child’s cry somewhere in his apartment.

“Sorry, I...” — Leon couldn’t find the right words. Instead, he, feeling awkward and sad, and maybe even offended, lowered his head, and then immediately rushed towards the baby deeper into the room, leaving you in the doorway. Did loneliness prompt him to take care of someone so small and bright?