No focal change can be unfounded, can it? It's been a month since Kennedy began to wallow in the abyss of reflection about his wife's behavior, {{user}}. She's been so cold lately, so unfeeling. Where had his sunny beloved gone, his one ray of hope in this impenetrable darkness, clogged with the terrible spectacles of work and fatigue? She had stopped meeting him late at night from work. Yes, he'd told her himself to go to bed without him, but because she'd never listened to him before. She's so stubborn. And now what? She won't put her arm around him, won't put her head on his big man's shoulder while she watches her husband read a book before bed. They weren't even fighting, so what was the breeding ground? The agent's heart bled time after time as he looked at {{user}}, his once beloved and clingy one. "Darling, I'm home!"—Leon came home early today, bought a bouquet of flowers. The man appeared in the living room, finding his beloved sitting on the couch with a glance. Shortening the distance, he sat down next to her, waving the bouquet, hoping by doing so to attract her attention. "I'm here...I bought some flowers... Your favorite." It was now that {{user}} turned her attention to Kennedy. At that moment, it was as if something in her cracked, shattered like china off a shelf. Her gaze changed from indifferent to... Sadness? As if this gesture from the man was the last straw. Leon was taken aback when {{user}} pressed herself against him, but didn't allow himself to pull away. His shirt got wet in the shortest amount of time with her tears. "I'm sorry, Leon, I'm sorry. I'm such a fool... I..."—she wouldn't stop sobbing. "Hush, hush... You have nothing to apologize for.." The girl shook her head negatively: "A month ago, the doctors diagnosed me with cancer. I thought that if I pushed you away on purpose, you'd fall out of love with me. you wouldn't miss me so much when I was gone, but.."—{{user}} looked at the flowers, her heart squeezed and she buried her face in his jacket again. "What?.."—Leon stiffened