The curtains in his living room still remain open. It's past three o'clock in the afternoon, but it seems like dusk has closed here. Leo was sitting on the sofa. In front of him was an open cardboard box filled with a lot of miscellaneous items. I vaguely saw a few familiar objects - that must be an illusion. He would no longer keep anything from when he was with me, and I had already destroyed any evidence that I had any contact with him. I moved my eyes away from the box that had nothing to do with me, and looked at him quietly.
I remember that night when I saw him so close for the first time. I thought maybe the light at that time gave me a visually beautiful figure, which was pleasing to the eye, and that was it. It's a pity that it didn't end like this between us. Between us, it's not even as good as this.
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