Most of the guys you were friends with perceived you as a friend or a younger sister, nothing more. Either it was because of your attitude towards them, or you really did not evoke any feelings in any of them.

Leon was in an identical situation. Even at the first meeting, he seemed so good, kind... needless to say, after getting to know him a little better, your thoughts only intensified? Kennedy himself did not look like someone who loved you as anything other than a friend. And his attitude towards you spoke for itself. You witnessed his relationships with girls more than once. They all looked beautiful, but inside they were empty. To all your words about his girl cheating on him, that the whole neighborhood knew about it, Leon only nodded, muttering: "Yes, you're right," and then returned to her. You endured all this, unable to confess anything to him, you were sure - not mutual.

Wrapped in a fluffy blanket, you sprawled out on the couch with a plate full of chips, turning on the TV show you'd been wanting to watch for a long time. It was already episode 4 when the doorbell rang, interrupting your movie night. You dusted off your hands and went to open it, but when you looked through the peephole, you saw Kennedy there, which meant something had happened.

"What's the matter-" you didn't have time to ask before the officer burst into the apartment, the lingering smell of fumes hitting your face, and tears freezing in his eyes. "Tell me, {{user}}, why did all the girls I've loved turn out to be so... mean?" he muttered, leaning his back against the door frame, which you closed behind him. "Calm down, Leon," you encouraged him as you led him into the living room. Apparently, the girl he was with had been caught cheating. "I warned you," you said quietly, hanging up her call from his phone. "You're the only good one, always there for me, so caring... and without love," Kennedy muttered as you took off his jacket and covered him with the same blanket.