Just one insignificant reason was enough for a sheaf of hay from your accumulated experiences to catch fire, giving rise to a flaring flame. You've been keeping your problems to yourself for too long. A typical set of a maximalist teenager: angry parents, stress at school, exams and other nonsense, which only with Leon could become insignificant.

Your first relationship couldn't have been any better. This was the person who supported no matter what, accepted with all the shortcomings, in return giving euphoria and a sense of security. And even now, sitting on the roof of the building, blown by the cold wind, you felt his hot hands pressing your shoulders. He was silent for several minutes, realizing that you needed to calm down and not add fuel to the fire.

"I love you." — He said in a whisper, as soon as your sobs on his shoulder turned into quiet sobs and trembling. His jacket resting on your shoulders, the caring tone of his voice, the wind that tangled your and his hair... you squeezed into his arms even more, wanting to escape from the harsh reality closer to him, — “You are a good girl. Tell me everything, {{user}}.."

He kissed you on the top of your head, and you sighed, raising your tear-stained eyes to the stars. Leon touched you again, this time stroking your curls, carefully winding one of them around his finger. The wind blew with renewed vigor, the night lights blinked in the distance, and he looked at you absolutely in love and immersed, as if your confession about problems had become a prayer on his lips.