In the deathly silence of the queen of autumn, there is only the grumbling of a magpie teasing a cat from the fence, which was basking in the fading rays of the fading sun. Your feet were uncomfortably chilly, and the thin coat did not protect you from the cold breeze. Leon carefully pulled a knitted warm scarf over your nose, sniffing with his own.

He raised his fist to his face, and a dry cough escaped from his chest. The two of you coped against the autumn blues, but not diseases, but sitting at home and drinking bitter medicine was much more boring than walking with his beloved.

Cold fingers touched a man's broad palm, your hand seemed miniature against the background of his paw. You walk carefully along the edge of the roof of an abandoned building soaked in dampness, garbage and its own special teenage romance.

The remnants of manhood were slowly being woven into one ball before the upcoming declaration of love. The first in Leon's life. He had been choosing his words carefully for a long time, but now they were blown away.

For himself, he decides to confess now, to ram through the cherished words as quickly as possible and get stuck in scarlet paint, and in case of refusal, it's stupid to laugh it off.

"{{user}}, I..–"

The main part does not have time to break from rough lips, stumbling over an uneven surface, you almost fall down, but reliable hands deftly pick you up. You find yourself in a tenacious embrace, the confused breathing of a friend instantly warms your cheeks.

"My heart sank into my heels. What if I wasn't here?"