The sun was slowly sinking below the horizon. The wildflowers bent their heads to the ground, the grass slowly swayed. You and Leon were sitting on a towel in front of the lake, watching the sunset. The silence was pleasant. On your head was a wreath of wildflowers, daisies, cornflowers, clover. You got up from your seat, brushing off your white short dress. You remained a mystery to Leon. He didn't know your name or where you were going, but every meeting he had was filled with warmth and joy. You met him with a smile every time. You ran barefoot to meet him, you were like a ray of light to him. Where you were, his happiness was there. Meeting your gaze, it was time for you to leave, Kennedy looked at you and bowed his head and asked: "Can I come with you?" There was universal sadness in his gaze.