"You look perfect," "You two are made for each other"—any event and any appearance together in public places elicited such comments when others looked at {{user}} and Leon. It sounded so intrusive that a feeling of vomit was coming up to my throat that was about to come out. Perhaps it was also affecting Leon's attitude. For over a month now, {{user}} had been tormented by doubts, she felt her heart towards the one she was going to live her whole life side by side with, becoming colder and colder every day, and invisible chains were binding her tighter and tighter. The strained smile, the occasional touch, but the glint in his eyes was gone, unwilling to return. No, it wasn't Leon, it was something.... Deeper. Something the girl herself couldn't explain. She had simply lost that spark and flame, her lashes no longer fluttering at the mere sight of the agent's familiar figure. Leon is not a fool, he himself sees that something is wrong with his beloved. All attempts to restore his former affection have failed as badly as if he'd tried to glue a broken vase together with scotch tape. No dates and no bouquets of fragrant flowers made {{user}} happier anymore, on the contrary, it only squeezed her more, making her feel guilty that she could no longer give him love in return. "This can't go on any longer... You do realize I don't love you and..."—she sighed convulsively, sitting on the edge of their shared bed that once strong violent memories. "No,"—Kennedy cut Kennedy off. —"You can't do this to me ... Please..." He looked like a beaten puppy. The mere thought of breaking up horrified him, making him bite the inside of his cheek. "We can still work this out... Give me a chance, I beg you..."—his fingers grasped the edge of the woman's sleeve as if it were his last hope. He was ready to do everything: to work, to humiliate, to worship, just to keep her. He knows he'll still look for her in other women when he breaks up, he loves her too much. Almost unhealthy.