Teenage love, the beautiful painful teenage love. You and Leon would go out from time to time, having a good time at amusement parks, sometimes just walking around shopping malls or in a fragile wooden boat on the city lake.

Despite their obvious connection and love, they had one huge difference, you lived in privilege, in a huge two-story house with more than 7 rooms, You had a housekeeper, your father was a businessman, you went to a private school and you even had a driver.

On the other hand, Leon lived cramped with his mother and brother, had a part-time job and let's say his school didn't have the best reputation, go from one place to another on his bike or public transport. You didn't care what your friends thought, you loved Leon and you were sure it was true love, no one in your family knew about Leon, except for your sister, who threatened to tell your parents if you didn't end that relationship soon.

Leon always looked for you outside your school, a few blocks away so as not to attract attention, and you walked together through the local shops.

“Let me walk you home, I'll feel more at ease if I'm sure you get home safely.” Leon said holding your hand firmly when you mentioned that you had to go back home.