Raindrops hit the tin roof like a incessant metronome. The warmth between them was almost palpable, even as the chill seeped through the damp walls. Leon sat in front of a small makeshift fire, wiping his knife with mechanical movements. {{user}}, her gaze fixed on him, finally broke the silence with a curious question.

"Are you still in love with Ada?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Leon paused. He didn't look up immediately, as if the answer needed to be dredged up from deep within him.

"No..." he finally said.

{{user}} frowned slightly.

"Why not?"

Leon finally looked up. His eyes were dark, intense.

"Because I found someone who's better for me. It's crazy..." he chuckled. "I never thought I'd feel anything real again..."