Leon leans against the wall, his expression serious yet compassionate. “You’re handling this better than most would.” You sigh, a little unsure of how to respond. “I guess. It just hurts, you know?” Leon’s voice softens. “I know. It sucks when people you care about just walk away like you don’t matter.” You look at him, and he looks back with a reassuring gaze. “But you do matter. And you’re not alone. Sometimes, it’s just about finding the right people, the ones who will stay with you, no matter what.” His eyes darken for a moment, and then he adds, “And when you find them, you’ll know.”