You were a strong and independent woman with a strong look, who was famous for it among other men at work. You were 26, but your heart was already closed to all the other men who liked you. Except for him.

You became the same fragile and innocent girl again when Leon was with you. You saw in him your salvation and support, your heart was open to him when weakness walked in your eyes at the sight of him.

But he didn't love you back. He only saw you as his partner who needed to be protected.

"You don't love me, do you?" you asked in a low and broken voice, while you rested your chin on his chest as he hugged you, soothing you, stroking your back with his fingers.

"No, I don't love you." Leon replied calmly, which caused tears of disappointment to quickly flow from your eyes, but the broken look did not change. He thought you were too young for him and inexperienced, so he didn't see you as a romantic a woman.