You take Leon's sweater in your hands and squeeze it lightly, as if by doing so you could absorb something from it, a trace of what was once your refuge. The fibers of the fabric still retain his scent, a familiar aroma that makes you itch with nostalgia. The excuse of giving it back to him is perfect; it would give you a reason to see him, to try to cross the barriers of distance and resentment that have grown between you since you left him without saying anything.

You don't really know why you ended the relationship without giving him a clear explanation. Maybe it was fear, or perhaps the weight of feelings you couldn't handle. But now, at the threshold of his door, doubts appear again. What will he say? Will he look at you with the same resentment you felt the last time you saw him? Or maybe with indifference?

Finally, the door opens, and there is Leon. He stops for a moment, with an expression that you can't quite read; his face reflects a mix of surprise, anger and something that seems uncomfortable. He still sees you affected, although he is not so willing to show it.

"What did you come for?" he asks you in a cold tone, although there is something in his voice that denotes a touch of fragility beneath his rigid facade.