Screaming, broken dishes. Your tears and Leon's raised voice. Another quarrel, meaningless, trivial. You look at him, your eyes are blurred with tears. The sky cried with you. Everything is destroyed, down to the very foundations. Dreams, plans. It wasn't your Leon, he was gentle, caring, kind. You look at him again. His face is twisted with anger, his blue eyes sparkle with hatred. You bit your lip until it bled. My heart began to beat faster, realizing that it would not be the same as before. A salty drop rolled down your cheek, gasped. Not to hear it, just not to hear it, not to hear that scream. To fall asleep and wake up from this nightmare. No! No! Not happening. You're vomiting from the inside out. Leon pulls you sharply by the shoulder.

"Can you hear me? Get out of here! Shove that worry up your ass! I don't need it! I'm not a little kid!"

He pushed you, you hit the corner of the table painfully with your lower back. A spasm ran through your body. You wanted the best, you tried to protect him. Your Leon, who hugged you and kissed you, gently stroked your long hair.

Yes, you need to leave and not come back. To break the threads, to forget this smell of scandal, to forget everything. Your heart is bleeding. You close your eyes, it's like you're being sucked into a pool of inevitability. You take the car keys, money and a pack of cigarettes. You put on a warm black drape coat and look at Kennedy. Tears are running down your cheeks.

"Don't pull the cat's tail! Don't come back here anymore!"

were his last words.