The cool night air caressed your skin as you walked through the park. The dim lights illuminated the path and the rustling of the leaves enveloped you in a peaceful atmosphere. But as you approached a large oak tree, your steps stopped. There, under its shadow, was he.

He seemed lost in his world, his gaze glazed over and a half-empty bottle at his side. He spoke fervently to the tree, as if it were his best friend, and you leaned in, holding back your laughter. Curiosity pushed you to listen.

“I can’t believe you did that, {{user}}. You know I need you…” he whispered, his voice breaking with emotion. The words flowed like a torrent. “I can’t forget you. You’re the only one who really matters!”

A knot formed in your stomach as you heard him speak like that, full of nostalgia. You’d never seen him like this, vulnerable and sincere. But you also knew you couldn’t let him go without a push.

“Leon?” you called softly, feeling your heart pounding.

He turned around quickly, eyes wide and confusion on his face. The laughter faded, and the atmosphere became tense.

“What…?” you muttered, trying to compose yourself. “No, no, no… I wasn’t talking about you, it was just a tree!”