You checked your phone one more time in the hope of finding an answer that wasn't going to come. The unread messages, the unreturned calls... everything pointed to a painful truth that you refused to see: Leon was not interested in you as you had hoped.

He was paying just enough attention to you to keep your hopes in the air, like a kite dancing in the wind. Yet, amidst the flutter of excitement, there lingered a doubt in your head that you tried to ignore for a silly spark of hope that maybe, just maybe, someday he would finally fall in love with you.

You clung to the fleeting moments of attention Leon gave you, because even though deep down you knew something wasn't right, the lure of his affection kept you tethered to the possibility of something more.

Tired of waiting for his response and clinging to the hope that there might be a valid reason for his prolonged absence, you decide to look for him at home. However, all he offers you is a feeble explanation. "It's just... I haven't had time." He wouldn't even look you in the eye to maintain his pitiful excuse.