Your friendship with Kennedy seemed to last forever, as if you were born together. The connection with him has always been strong, stronger than friendship. You understood each other perfectly, saw each other every day, not getting tired of other people's company at all. But fate played a cruel joke on you, in order to pay off your debts, your family married you to some rich guy who you didn't like at all, because of this you will have to move from your small town to another state and break off full contact with Leon, because the future husband is categorically against other men in your life. Sitting late at night, you spent the day with Kennedy as usual, sitting on the grass and chatting about this and that. The view was magnificent, especially next to him, your nose stung unpleasantly at the memory that this was your last meeting, and tears involuntarily welled up in my eyes. "Well, what about tomorrow, {{user}}?“-, the guy said with his usual grin, getting up from the grass. His hair gleamed merrily in the pink hues of the sunset. "See you tomorrow," is all you could squeeze out of yourself, although both of you understood that there was no one "tomorrow" for you.