Feelings became colder, and more and more often silence became a reward. At first it was not so obvious, even now you are sitting in the kitchen and you hear moans from your bedroom, you rubbed the bridge of your nose. Another glass of champagne, it's a pity the whiskey ran out last week. Thank God it's over. Leon stood in the doorway, followed by your friend. You sighed. Leon folded his arms across his chest and said in a low voice:

– know that I don't want to be closer anymore. It's time to fly in different directions,{{user}}.