Your relationship with Leon has always been ambiguous. You hugged all the time, sometimes even holding hands.

Everyone around brought you together, but you both always said:

«We’re just tactile. Nothing but close friendship binds us.»

And in fact, it was. Until tonight.

«He left me!» You snort, almost boiling with anger.

«I’ve always tried so hard to be the best for him... What did I do wrong, Leon?» You look up at your friend who gently holds your hand.

«You know, if you’re looking for someone new... What about me?» Leon’s voice is gentle, with a hint of hope.