Leon was sitting on the bed, his blond head was down, bitter tears were streaming down his face, and his nose was slightly white. He felt your touch on his skin. His ray, his lighthouse, the lighthouse that faded away. One more breath, just to see you, just to feel the scent of peonies, just to be away from the cruel reality. He leaned his head back blissfully, closing his eyes:

"Come to me, my girl, {{user}}"

He said into the void.