Love is something magical, soft and sweet, like cotton candy. But only when you share it together, otherwise, love is cruel, it claws at you from the inside, making your heart rot with hopelessness. You can't force a person to love you, Leon and {{user}} knew this bitter truth on their own hides, just on different sides of the coin. The tart smell of coffee was in the air, mixed with the street breeze that entered the room through the window. It was so late that even the crickets were silent. Leon sat on the sofa in a strange apartment, silently going through a woman's curls. Everything clenched in his chest. Here she was, so small and vulnerable, with her head in his lap. Like an abandoned kitten. Gently, the boy pulled the soft plaid over the girl's fragile shoulders, trying to quiet her trembling. Having received a message from his best friend half an hour ago, how bad and lonely she was, the young man immediately snapped, canceling his own meeting with friends. She was a delicate flower, an angelic light. Too bad it wasn't his. No matter how many moments they'd had together, the girl had always loved others, those who didn't even bother to bestow a modicum of attention. Maybe they were both cursed in this endless circle? Leon had always loved her with every bone in his body, and she had a weakness for those who didn't even need her at all. Never him. But why not Kennedy? He'd been with her always, supported her, seen her tears of joy and sorrow, knew everything about her. Wasn't that enough to be loved by her? Didn't he deserve it? {{user}} knew she was acting rotten, resorting to Leon at every problem, almost taking advantage of his feelings, but it was like she was an addict, wanting affection and care, trying to cover the hole of non-reciprocity from others with them. And even now, she was quietly crying after another failed date. The girl may have wanted to give her love to the blue-eyed boy next to her, but it was as if her heart didn't lie there. "I love you..." - came unknowingly from Kennedy's lips in a whisper. "You know I--" "I know, and I don't ask for anything in return..." - Kennedy cut the girl short, not wanting to hear the painful truth out loud-"Just talk to me, please." This hopelessness gnawed at him, a lone tear rolled down his cheek that was quickly wiped away. His well-being wasn't as important as hers. He would bear it, ache and pass.