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November 9, 2014

The motor engine died as it went to a stop in front of a worn-out stall, a huge MIZOIL GAS in bold letters were stapled on the ragged and wrecked roof. Everything around was just debris, old and dried blood stains. Honestly, it’s even a miracle to have this gas station still standing alive. I mean, being nuked and all, no one would expect anything to be remained. Though the man in black leather jacket was still grateful to have somewhere to refill his motorcycle.

Seeing the flying piece of paper, some parts were burned out but was still recognizable to be the old convenience store’s poster, promotion? Maybe. Beside where the convenience store was supposed to stand, there were remains of a phonebooth, or as it seemed like it. Glass shards everywhere, metal pieces and scraps found sticking out in dangerously unnoticeable angles. Jesus, if some careless bunch of people stumbled upon here, they’d be in for accidents. But then again after all, who would even dare come back here?

Surprisingly, the gas tank still has something to pump out. Well, the city might've been wiped out, but nobody really stopped its gas supply, yes, that seems like the only logical reason as to why.

As he finished filling up his vehicle, he placed the pump back onto its place and readied to hop back on his bike. As he sat comfortably and started the engine, he looked around and scanned the area once more. The nostalgic feeling of this place would always remind him of that night. That nightmare buried under his sleeve long time ago. The smell of the place reminding him of that woman in red that helped him survive. That woman in red who became his friend. That woman in red... Ada-

His deep thoughts were cut as the bike died from the long time of his zoning out. He snapped his tongue as he revived it once more and started his way towards the inside of the city. The breeze was refreshing despite dust surrounding the air. Everything was either left in ruins or even completely unrecognizable, but somehow, in some way, Leon can still remember every single stall that was once alive and loud in this small town.

After riding around in a few minutes, or even hours, the sun had started its journey to resign for the night. With this, Leon felt that he needed to take a break and at least enjoy his stay in this place for a brief moment. Hence, he decided to park his bike on the hill by the beach. This seaside was also very familiar with him. After all, this was his favourite go-to place to vent his frustrations or celebrate his victories as a young, naïve little kid.

The sun reflected against the metal flask full of whiskey as it slowly died down onto the horizon. The view from the hill side was breath-taking. Taking in the scenery of an old, dead city. Grass and veins covered most of the buildings, being the only thing that was left to grow and start its own ecosystem in the place. Yet despite the ruins, the sea was still roaring with its waves. The sea breeze was another addition to the nostalgia he was feeling. God, how long has he been elsewhere to forget the beauty Racoon City proudly held before the... incident.

The wind blew west, seemingly harsh yet cool to the touch as it brushed through the dirtied blond hair of a man sitting atop of a junked car. He was in his late-thirties, face visibly stressed, bruised, and scarred. Everything you can imagine happening to build up an epitome of an apocalypse survivor. A hero. A saviour. An agent. A rookie cop. A drunkard. And a no one.

"Leon Scott Kennedy." The soft howling of the wind was interrupted by a voice, talking to no one in particular, mostly just to himself. Leon scoffed as he twirled the small flask in swirling motions, shaking up the liquid inside. Squeaking of crows were heard as he looked up to see two birds, flying above, playing with each other in the dead of night. "If only life was just that easy. Y'know, fly around, not caring about anybody, just... be free."

Today was one of those days that he was on vacation, hoping through his teeth that no mission would pull him back to that hellish field. Fighting the undead, or even losing his men through awfully useless miscommunications.

All he wanted before was to become someone who can serve his country, a righteous cop that helps the innocents fight the evil. And by evil, he expected it to just be some simple snatching, drug abuse and other cases that was normal to be dealt with as a police officer. But here he was, being a government dog, sitting on their laps, following every single order given just because he was threatened to do so.

Being a survivor sure had its own perks. Yes, he was alive, but what for? All of his friends were either dead or had turned against him just because he was with the government. He was alive, yet his men that were under his control were dead because they were protecting him or following his orders. He was alive, but he was dead. Dead inside.

What the hell was he even living for? The old dream of a rookie cop being late for his first shift had long died, alongside the city where that boy belonged to. What was he looking forward to? What was he waking up for? There’s no one there to wait for him, except for some rotten bastards waiting to attack their country and of course, he’s there to save the day. It was just a loop, again and again. A never-ending nightmare that haunts him every single day.

Suddenly, the moment was ruined by a loud ringing of his phone, his jean’s pocket lighting up. The screen was a bit too bright for his eyes were used to the darkness in the place so he had to squint a few times to see the text on the screen. In bright blue text, there was ‘Hunnigan’ written. Ugh, great. It’s my vacation and here they are again, what the hell does the USSTRATCOM want with me now? He silently thought to himself as he slid the button to pick the call up. “Leon, where are you?” The woman on the other line started. She was in her usual formal attire, her hair poised in a bun high up her crown. "None of your business." Leon replied as he worked his right hand on the cap of the metal flask and took another sip from it, left hand holding the phone.

“Yes, it is MY business to track where you are. And have you been drinking?” She replied, her face contorting into a slight concern, brows furrowing to meet each other. Shit, I might've failed covering the shaky voice. He thought as he plastered a grimace on his face. "What do you want? Another saving-the-president's-daughter situation? Or is this another outbreak of some unknown pharmaceutical company? Which?" His voice sassed, not even attempting to hide the irritation on his tone as he slightly cracked his neck, trying to ease the stress. “Well, I'm glad to report that it's none of them. You finally failed to guess what I'd call for.” Her voice was tinted with joy as a small smile tugged at her lips. Leon raised his brow at the former sentence. "Oh yeah? Then what is it this time?"

“The B.S.A.A. and TerraSave has started a campaign against the usage of Bioweapons and since the President had approved of this, they are planning to hold a ceremony on Tuesday, 11 in New York, as a congratulatory for the start of a newly found alliance.” She replied, her eyes visibly scanning other monitors behind the camera as her fingers were typing something, keyboard clicking audible as always. B.S.A.A. and TerraSave, now does that remind me of two old acquaintances. "And? The heck does that have to do with me?" Again, he sassed his answer, irritation coming back to him tenfold. “Well, the B.S.A.A. and TerraSave decided that since agents like you were also always at the frontlines whenever it comes to these situations, it'd be best to invite you as an honourable guest. They initially planned onto making you a major credit holder but, well, knowing you, you'd probably say no, so I told them to turn it off. I hope that's alright?”

"Damn right you are. Wow, you do know me very well Hunnigan. And since you know me well enough, I’d expect that you already know what I’d say to that invitation. It’s a big N-O, no." Stressing on the word even more to emphasize his point. “Leon, come on, y'know it won't hurt to be celebrated for once. Leon? Leon, are you still there-” And there he pressed the end call.

Damn Redfields, pretty sure they were the ones behind this.

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November 10, 2014

Being drunk was his plan, yet maybe he got too carried away. Thinking about all his problems, and reminiscing every person he’s lost in this line of work, it all hurts. Sure, morphine can reduce physical pain, but it won’t lessen this guilt on his chest. Survivor’s guilt? Sure, that’s what they call it anyway. And he knew that it would never go away, I mean, he’s watched those videos of veterans from wars, they were old, wrinkles threatening to cover their whole eyes, still being haunted by the images of their comrades ‘till the day they had their last breath.

Would it really happen to him? Would he be this lonely and miserable until he died of old age? Sure, he can assume that in this line of work, he’ll eventually get in danger and maybe die in a ditch somewhere without even anyone knowing about it. But somehow, every single mission that he’s had, he always lived. He always survived. People thought it was great, cool, amazing even. But for him, it’s just another burden. Having to live on for the legacy of others that weren’t fortunate enough to get out of their misery.

Everything was dim. Considering that there's no electricity in the city and the only source of light was the moon, it is no surprise, that much was expected. Yet Leon feels like the world is too dark. Wait... was it spinning? Everything had its double bodies and he was confused. He tried looking for his phone in his pocket, almost dropping it on the ground due to the unstable hand grip on it. The lock screen was just a plain black wallpaper with numbers, supposed time, written on it, 5:10 am. But due to his drunken state, he couldn’t truly process the information so he just went back and tucked the gadget back inside his back pocket.

Suddenly, some sort of shadow moved fast towards his right peripheral vision, way too quick for Leon to catch a glimpse of it. He swiftly turned around causing his head to feel like it was banged by a baseball bat. He felt his head splitting apart. But he can't give up yet. He must know what that shadow was. Who knows, this place might still be filled with dangers of the unknown.

With all his might, he tried standing up and walking towards the back of the car where the supposed shadow went. His legs were shaking and his steps were wobbly but he managed to finally arrive at his destination. His vision was unsteady, it was stretching in ways it shouldn't but he rubbed his thumbs by his lids to at least try to clear his vision.

Everything was still spinning but he can at least make out a figure of a woman. Her dress was painted in burning red. He blinked a few times again and now he can make-out the short, jet-black pixie bob hair of the lady. Her silhouette was being defined and accentuated delicately by the moonlight.

"Long time no see, Leon." Oh, that voice was all too familiar. The voice that haunted his years, his dreams, his nights, his life. "You don't seem to be in good condition." The lady, Ada, reached out her hand to gently sweep the messy golden locks out of Leon's face. Now, her face was all too clear. It was like everything around them was turned into a blur of nothingness, just them, both Leon and Ada, together, in peace. Leon held her hand to lock it in his cheek, feeling the warmth and smoothness of her skin. Her beauty was ethereal. It was like she never aged, she looked exactly as he first met her, back in this same city, a few years ago.

She pulled her hand away from his face and traversed it downwards to halt at his chest. Her other arm reached for Leon's left hand and intertwined it as he gleefully obliged. "Wha… What's this?" He asked, voice clear of being intoxicated yet eyes only focused on her. Her sharp yet elegant features. "Isn't it obvious? I'd like for us to dance. Y'know, just relaxing." Her voice was charming, enthralling even.

His face was warm and dusted by a light shade of wine. Not sure whether it was the alcohol or was it the events unfolding in front of his eyes, but he was sure that he should enjoy this moment. Both of them swaying slowly, rocking back and forth. Everything she did looked effortlessly graceful; it was like she was some sort of goddess that can change anything unruly into a piece of golden paradise. The air by the hill was working its way to turn this dance even magical. Everything was perfect, like a montage taken straight out of a film.

Then everything went black.

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November 10, 2014

Everything was bright, the first thing that welcomed his vision was an annoying white ceiling and the buzzing of the air cooler across the room. Alright, great. Another day in the hospital. What the heck happened for me to be in here, weren't I in Raccoon City...? His thoughts were suspended as another head-splitting headache came his way, in a hurry, he reached for his head to apply pressure and ease the pain, but accidentally hitting the flower vase. The fall made noise as the vase broke into shards and pieces onto the floor.

Just in time for the door to spring wide open and there revealed his co-agent Helena Harper with a worried look painted on her face. "Leon! Are you alright?" Her eyes first landed on Leon, and then eventually travelled to the floor, seeing the broken vase scattered on it. "I'm- I'm fine... just a stupid hangover or whatever." Leon reassured, fingers still pressing on both temples. Her expression softened upon hearing those words.

She carefully picked up big broken pieces on the floor and used the broom to clean other small shards. "What the hell even happened? Why am I here?" Leon broke the silence as his headache seemed to die down slowly. "Well, I should also ask you the same thing." She replied, eyes still locked on sweeping away the mess.

"What do you mean?" Leon turned and scanned around the room to see a glass of water on the bedside table. He reached for it and drank slowly, waiting for a reply from the gal beside him. "Well, Hunnigan called me earlier at 4 am, ruining my sleep, saying something that I should come see you in Raccoon City. She said that she tracked you down using your phone's address. And then when I arrived there, you were drunk. So drunk that you were dancing on your own in the dark, like a maniac or something.” She stopped sweeping. “And eventually slipping down the hill. Thankfully, I caught you just in time." Helena placed the broom and dust bin away and sat on the chair beside the bed that Leon occupied. "Seriously, what's happening with you? I know you drink, but to the point of losing your consciousness? Really, Leon?"

He avoided her eyes and instead stared at his own hands. Fighting his hardest not to fidget, a bad habit whenever he was nervous. He himself doesn't know why. Why did he do that? What even came to his mind last night? Dancing with Ada? He scoffed. Maybe dreaming of crows turning white might even be possible than that.

"I dunno, maybe I was just in the mood to get black-out drunk yesterday." He replied, trying to say it as a joke yet coming out as a petty excuse, like a teenage boy being scolded by his mother for smoking illegally. "Honestly..." She just scoffed.

"But if you really were my saviour, then that sounds like I must give you a big thanks then." He said, trying to change the subject as he stretched his arms, testing whether they were sore or not. "Yeah, but I don't accept thanks in words." She brushed her fingers through her brown wolf cut, each strand falling gracefully into place.

"Leon, you know that I'm awfully new to this agent business, and I can't just go to the ceremony alone. Especially not when I was the reason late President Adam died last year, everybody would have something to say behind me. Sure, I can take that, but I can't take the ceremony being ruined just because I was there. I'm gonna need you to come with me, whether you like it or not. And I trust that you can understand where I'm getting, right?"

Leon paused, letting her words sink in. And with a small nod, he smiled. Being backed up in a corner, he chose to play his last card. “But I have to be stuck here in the hospital, can’t break the hospital’s rules, right?” The words came out as a playful plea, his expression imitating that of a dog that begs its owner. “No damage was done to you; I’ve already consulted with the doctors. They all said you’re good to go.” Her voice was stern.

“Aww, shucks. Guess Mr. Hero Agent has no choice but to help the pitiful princess,” He raised his arms over his head and slowly dragged them down, projecting an imaginary rainbow above him. “Amongst monsters with dangerous stares and… teeth as sharp as claws!” He said as he smashed his fist on the bed, acting the movements of zombies ‘attacking’ as Helena let out a chuckle. “Not every day these corny jokes come out of you, huh?”

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November 10, 2014

03:09 am, the digital clock on the plane lit up from its sleeping mode. The buzzing sound of the plane was muffled by the earphones on both ears of a woman staring out the window. The lady with brown hair that has a subtle tint of red was zoning out as she watched the city lights come closer whilst the plane was on its way to descend on the ground. “Please fasten your seatbelts and make sure to place your bags and extra hand-carried luggage below your seats. We are about to land.” The speakers roared to life as a set of instruction poster were flashed on the small tv screen in front of the seats.

There was a bit of turbulence and the landing wasn’t so smooth, as always, but Claire was still glad she arrived safely. She was now sitting at the waiting area of the airport of New York, waiting for her boyfriend to come pick her up. Busy people were walking all around the place, some were hugging each other, presumably welcoming the newly arrivals, and some were picking up their luggage at the luggage port. The inquiry desk full of staff were also busy, running around answering phone calls, booking flights, attending to people. Lines were long for economic flights, yet the business and platinum class were almost empty, aside from a few people coming by from time to time.

There were a bunch of kids running around, some were in clothes that looked stuffy but had big smiles all over their faces. Telephone ringing was also everywhere, and most definitely the iconic music of a crying baby throwing a fit while its mother tried her best to shush the child. Claire looked around to see where the noise was coming from and as she saw the child, her heart softened.

It was always her dream to become a mother. Ever since she was just a little girl, she was fascinated by the idea of creating something so precious into life, made from core of the very hearts of their parents, true love. And even as a teenager and her life, she seemed to always connect with children. Back in Harvardville, there was Rani, and even more so, in Raccoon City, she met Sherry Birkin. Poor girl, she was just twelve when the catastrophe struck the city. And, she also met Leon-

Her thoughts were interrupted as her phone in her hands vibrated twice. Her light blue eyes scanned the screen and found two new messages received just now. Gently swiping through her lock screen, just above the text hovered the name ‘Steve Burnside’, her boyfriend. “Sorry Claire, but don’t think I can make it” were the first set of messages and was followed by “But I already booked you a hotel. I’ll come back later there. Really sorry:’>”

Initially, being the soft-hearted woman she was, she was worried. Did something horrible happen that he cannot pick her up? Thoughts raced to her mind in almost a speed of light, but she cannot just bear to watch and stare at her phone the whole time. She has to go and rest, after all, the next day would be a big event for her and her team. All she could do now is go outside and book a taxi, silently hoping that Steve was just alright. Thankfully, there was a long line of yellow cabs waiting just right outside of the building, this saved her from booking online and having to wait for a few minutes before getting to her ride home.

The ride was silent. Claire wasn’t the type to randomly initiate conversations with random strangers, though she can converse when necessary, and the driver who looked like he was in his 50’s, his beard was grey with streaks of glistening white and wrinkles were carved by his eyelids, also seemed like he wasn’t looking forward for a conversation. So, Claire just sat and stared by the left window, her backpack sitting on her right side. Even though it was midnight and the sky was dark, lights surrounding the city was the problem solver. She’s been to New York a few times before, though the place never failed to amuse her every single time. Bright neon lights, sign boards, bulletin boards, and massive LED screens displaying various commercials, ranging from popstars, to new released movies, and even food products. It truly was fascinating.

After a few minutes of riding around the city, the taxi finally came to its stop, in front of a fancy looking hotel. After paying the fare, Claire finally went out of the taxi, the cold breeze of night air biting her through her skin tight jeans, causing patches of goosebumps on her neck and collar bones, the only body parts that were exposed from her clothes. She was wearing her usual white button up, layered with a red long-sleeved leather jacket and paired with a navy-blue skinny jean.

Looking the building from bottom to top, she let out a contented hum. It was actually looking pretty fancier than she expected. I mean, Steve wasn’t the usual one to actually be of effort to these kinds of things. The hotel, embezzled with warm lights from the outside, and its walls made of glass, it looked like a 5-star hotel. Well, maybe it was, just outside of Claire’s knowledge. As she entered, carrying nothing except her large backpack and a small sling bag for her valuables, the bright lobby welcomed her. The fancy looking exterior was even inferior to its interior design. The floor was made of marbles and there were seats from the far left of the entrance, all in cosy looking couch, surrounded by indoor plants.

To the right of the entrance door was the management desk. “Excuse me, I had someone book me a room by the name Steve Burnside?” She asked the lady in front of her computer, her head still looking around the place, scanning for expensive things that amazed her until it eventually landed on a huge grandmother clock in the middle of the stairs and 2 sets of elevators. It was an analogue clock and she was really the kind of person to enjoy reading them for fun, it was 4:31 am, almost in time for sunrise, huh.

“Oh yes. Your room is on the 12^th floor, 130. Here is your key card ma’am, and an extra key just for safety precautions.” The lady replied, stretching her arm to hand Claire a card and a piece of extra key. “Thanks, have a great night.” Claire said as she walked her way to the elevator.

The first elevator seemed to go up and wasn’t looking like going down any time soon, so, Claire moved on to the next. It wasn’t free but it was going down from floor 5, or at least that was when she saw it so she decided that it’d be best to wait for this one to go down. While waiting, she carefully brushed a few strands of bangs that was in front of her face and gently tucked them behind her ears. The number on top of the door frame was slowly going down.

5-4-3-2-1, and with a ding, it opened, revealing a girl, about her height, if not a bit smaller, with fair complexion and brown hair that was cut in layers. She looked young, but her face was pasted with a frown, and unknowingly, Claire stared at the girl. “May I help you…?” The girl asked, her voice calm and cool. “O-Oh, sorry, I zoned out for a bit there. I’m all good!” Claire flashed a bright smile as she stepped aside, making way for the girl to exit. And with a gentle, almost unnoticeable nod, the unknown girl went her way out.

As she entered the small elevator room, no one seemed to be going in so she pressed the close button, leaving her all alone. The 12^th floor might be a few moments long wait so she instead dropped her heavy bag to the floor and pressed her body beside the wall to rest just a little bit, her jetlag and fatigue finally kicking in. The wall of the elevator being made up of reflective metal, standing there as a pretend mirror. Claire stared at her face for a few moments being indulged in her thoughts for a while. Compared to that young lady, she was old. Her eyes had visible bags and dark circles, her skin threatening to start sagging, and her face overall wasn’t the best, she thought. What was this? Entering the elevator just to start bringing up your insecurities?

She was pulled into reality as the elevator doors opened, revealing a long, welcoming hallway. She picked up her bag again and started searching for her room. 130, finally, she hurriedly opened the door, her key card opening the lock with a short jolly tune. The room wasn’t small, but not big. It was the best for her, since she was just going to stay here for at least a week or so. Maybe after the event, she can go back to Texas, where she had her own house there.

After dropping her bags on the couch, she stretched her body, relieving the tension from being stuck sitting in her flight. The bathroom was fairly large, having its own shower, bathtub, toilet, and even a large mirror and a table beside the bathroom sink. Warm lightbulbs and warm white LED lights surrounded the bathroom, acting as its master light. The next was the kitchen, having its own microwave, double sink with the faucet having 2 temperature options, a double door fridge and all essential materials for baking, cooking, etc. It was honestly pretty impressive.

The last one was the bedroom, it only had one bedroom, but considering the only ones staying here will be her and Steve, it was more than enough. There was a small walk-in closet and a rack for shoes. The bed was also large, enough to assume it was king-sized. The mattress was also soft and bouncy. Claire removed her clothes and changed into a comfortable grey sleeveless shirt and red PJ shorts. As she washed her face, using various facial products such as makeup removers, toner, and creams, she was finally able to take a good look on her face. What she thought earlier back in the elevator was true, but why should she care? Honestly, she’s been like this as always, yet Steve never ceased to love her. And if so, what? Aging is a normal part of life, who is to blame for her future wrinkles and imperfections, right?

She plopped to the bed, bouncing up and down slightly due to her weight as she relaxed. And then she remembered, where’s Steve? She didn’t have the time to ask him earlier because she was in a hurry to go grab a taxi, and Steve wasn’t the type to entertain questions when he was busy with work or whatever he had his focus on. After easing her body for a few minutes, she got up and reached for her phone by the nightstand. 5:10 am, she really should sleep but she can’t, not when she didn’t know where Steve was. “Hey, where are you? Just checking up, it’s a bit too late for you to be outside.” She pressed sent and tried closing back her eyes, suppressing the pit forming on her stomach.

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The sound of police siren and an annoyingly loud ringing on her right ear woke Claire up. A cold sensation trickling down her face also added to the weird, moist, and mushy surrounding that she felt. Her eyelids slowly fluttered open, though everything was blurred, so she blinked a few times to clear her vision up. It was raining, hard, and her clothes, her red long sleeved leather jacket and jeans were soaked. She had to find a shelter, immediately, or else she might get hypothermia. That’s what she thought.

Looking around, she saw cars, some bumped into each other, blocking a few paths. Some were even on fire, but none were presumably able to work. There was also a gas truck that was on fire, assumingly, that might’ve exploded, knocking her out ‘till now. Slowly, she tried standing up, using her right hand on the asphalt road for balance and her left arm to pull her up.

All of a sudden, an attacker pushed her back down to the ground. The man, supposedly, you can’t really make out his facial features because of it rotting away, his jaw being all wide open, teeth covered and dripping with blood, and the flesh of his face being torn up like a botched meat. It was a disgusting view from Claire’s perspective, being pinned down and the only way to fight the attacker is by looking at it, preventing and hoping that it won’t bite you. The entity was making too much sound, not one sounding like a normal human being.

With all her might, she pushed it away and ran as fast as she could. Unfortunately, it managed to latch on to her feet, biting her in an instant. She bit her bottom lip as to try not to make so much sound that’ll attract even more zombies. Again, using what’s left of her strength, she kicked it in the face, causing the head to disconnect and fly away, hitting the door of a nearby car. She ran, though limping, and went inside the RPD building. As she locked the metal gates, she finally was able to relax. Entering the building was a much safer, and nostalgic feeling for her— for unknown reasons. She searched the main hall and found guns, herbs, ammos, etc. As she approached the minicomputer by the front desk, she noticed a small, handy mirror. She slowly picked it up and was horrified of what she saw.

Her eyes were turning red, pupils turning white. And many black veins were starting to appear all over her face. In a panic, she looked at her arms and hands, they were also covered in blood, was it from the previous zombies that she fought or was it from her? She quickly looked at the bite she earned from the zombie earlier and it was all black. Was she turning into a zombie? Was she turning into those god-forsaken monsters? She didn’t want that. She didn’t know what to do.

Beads of water formed at her eyes and threatened to fall down, but eventually trickling down her cheeks. She couldn’t recognize herself anymore. If this is the only way, then I should. She slowly raised her left hand that was holding her handgun and pointed it to her temple. Then there was a loud gunshot.

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Claire awoke in an abrupt manner, sweat all over her face and body and feeling too hot. Her cheeks also felt moist due to the tears running smoothly down her cheeks. She was gasping for air, she felt that she couldn’t breathe. It was the same nightmare, all over again. This has been reoccurring to her every now and then since that unfortunate day back in Raccoon City, but somehow, today feels much more vivid. Like she had relived the exact moment and for it to take a turn for the worst, oh she doesn’t even want to think about it.

After a few moments of breathing in and out deeply, she finally managed to calm herself down. Only then did she realize that it was already morning. The right side of the bed was a glass wall leading to the balcony so all of the sunlight was entering the room. It was a bit too bright so she had to adjust her eyes, blinking a few times to properly see. Her face was out from her usual ponytail, each strand falling like a waterfall down her shoulder. This highlighted her beauty even more. Her freckles being accentuated by the soft yet somehow harsh streaks of sunlight. Her baby blue eyes being even more charming through the bright light and her eyelids still being droopy from the sleep.

Slowly looking around, she found Steve lying on his stomach beside her. He was wearing a white button up, with a few buttons open, and his necktie looking like a necklace due to it being too loose. He was sleeping with his mouth open, drool spilling out of his mouth, his ginger hair unruly as ever. Her face softened, a smiled stretching at her lips as she slowly ran a finger and brushed through his hair. The motion seemed to have awaken the man as his eyes opened ever so slightly, but was immediately noticed by Claire. “Sorry I woke you up.”

Steve sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. “Nah, its fine. What’s for breakfast?” he asked. Claire sniffed alcohol from his breath and made a subtle sour face. “Mr., did you drink outside and got home at dawn?” She said, tone a bit rough but also playful. “Ugh… blame my team, not me.” He said, eyes closed while yawning and scratching the back of his head. “Y’know what, I’ll make us eggs and then you shower. After that you go to work, and then we’ll go outside, alright?” She said as she pinched the tip of his nose and gave a small peck at his lips. “Wait, why? What’s the event today?”

The question caught Claire off guard, but she immediately brushed the negative thoughts away, preventing them to corrupt her good mood. “It’s a surprise then, I’ll tell ‘ya later.” She said as she put her hair back in her usual high up ponytail and wore her velvet glasses back on. “Alright…” Steve replied, falling back to bed to nap while she cooked breakfast.

The sweet smell of fried eggs, combined with a hot and freshly brewed coffee was what Claire prepared. She sniffed, even the aroma itself could make her feel full. The toast still being cooked inside the toaster, and with a loud bell ring, two pieces of semi-burnt bread shoot up, and eventually placed onto two sets of plates.

Though the breakfast was already done, Steve still wasn’t out of the room, causing Claire to come wake him up. She took a few steps and stopped in front of the door then carefully knocked a few times. “Hey honey, breakfast is done.” She announced before turning the doorknob around, opening the door with a quiet creaking sound of its hinges. The lad was already up, though his back was facing the door, looking at himself right in front of the tall mirror beside the closet. He seemed to be focused to what he was looking at as to why he didn’t even notice her entering.

Claire slowly crept up her arms to wrap it around his hips from the back, smiling when he finally noticed her. “I missed you.” She planted a small kiss by his shoulder and rested her chin on it, trying to slowly rock them from side to side. Steve just looked at her through the mirror, a slight smile on his lips. His eyes were blank, everyone from a third perspective could see, but for her, though she could hardly read his own expression, it was everything she wanted. The comfort from being away from him, from having to see more death of her patients from the previous outbreaks, from all the nightmares and bad dreams she’s had, it was more than what she needed, it warmed her heart enough. That small grin from him was enough to put her being at ease.

“Sorry, I remembered that we have a meeting today.” Steve said, breaking the comfortable silence. “I already told them not to have a celebration last night and get drunk because we have something to do today. But they didn’t listen, really sorry. But I can meet you later this afternoon, maybe by 5 pm, I’ll be free. I’ll go shower now.” He added, breaking free from her embrace and pointing his thumb slightly towards the shower. “Alright, alright.” She replied, smiling as she watched him disappear to the doors of the bathroom.

Claire walked around the room and sat on the side of the bed as she searched her bag for her laptop. Various things were inside, some clothes and money, and then she stumbles upon the photo locket that was a gift from Steve a few years ago on their first anniversary in their relationship. A wide smile pulled her on her lip from side to side, seeing the old thing she kept precious all this time. With one press on the small button on the top part of it, it opened wide, revealing 2 photos, each one of them on each side. The photo was when they had their first date, at a carnival.

After a few moments of looking at the treasure, she resumed rummaging through her backpack and finally got a hold of the silver laptop. She slowly, and carefully picked it up, exiting the bedroom and heading towards the kitchen, placing the device on the free space on top of the table.

There were various messages, ranging from personal, friends, and business. Her eyes scanned through all of them, though not really feeling like opening them immediately. She decided to see whether there was an emergency message but there wasn’t so she decided to just surf the internet and entertain herself, opening YouTube and watching various cat videos.

A few minutes later, the bedroom door opened, there revealing a freshly bathed Steve. Trying to fix his hair with a bit of hair gel as he was frantically running around, enough to assume that he might’ve been running late to work. His white button up still wasn’t closed properly as he was trying to fit in his grey, wool socks. Claire approached him and started buttoning his shirt up, and eventually also doing his necktie too. “Won’t you have a bite on the breakfast I made? I swear I already improved my cooking, my patients said so!” She playfully exclaimed, both arms up in the air in an I’m innocent stance.

“Claire, it’s not that I don’t like your cooking, it’s just that- I’m running late for work, okay?” He said quietly as to not come off as angry, but enough for her to hear. He walked past her to grab his black leather shoes and as soon as he was finished, he grabbed his suitcase and headed to the door. Though was pulled back by Claire, stopping him from exiting almost immediately. As he was about to complain, Claire kissed him and patted his coat down to soothe any messy lines visible. “Good luck for work, have a safe trip.” She smiled brightly as he then left. “Oh, and just meet me by the park near the East Mall when you get out! Bye!” She added.

Chapter Text

November 10, 2014

There were various stalls along the walk path, just lining up and waiting for costumers to enter them. Some were cafes, others were computer and gadget shops. Though Claire had a mission today, she was finding a certain stall that, she hoped, had what she wanted. After a few minutes of walking down the road, finally, a display of glistening jewelries faced her, seemingly purposefully shining on her eyes to entice her even more. And, it was successful. Claire was in the right shop right in front of her.

As she walked in, the shop was fairly large, it was gleaming with different accessories, ranging from necklaces, bracelets, and even gold, to silver, or birth stones. She ducked slightly to take a good closer look on the accessories inside the glass box that was lining from all corners of the store, being the only barricade from people entering the cashier’s desk.

“How may I help you, ma’am?” The woman, looking like in her late 40’s, hair dyed brown and dressed in blue long-sleeved shirt, with the store’s name embroidered in its left chest and a knee-length white skirt asked, voice so soft, almost like a mother talking to her child. “Oh, yes. Do you guys have a diamond ring? Preferably a pair?” Claire replied, a bit of shyness heard in her voice and cheeks dusted in a light shade of pink. “Absolutely! Here, darling. Follow me.”

The woman led Claire to an aisle of glass boxes, diamond rings of various sizes and shapes contained inside. There were many choices, too many in fact, Claire had a bit of trouble picking the one she wanted. The woman even let Claire try a few, to see if she like the fit of them, though none still appealed to her.

“It’s an engagement ring, right?” The lady asked when she noticed Claire having a hard time to choose. “Oh… ah, yeah. I know it might look weird, y’know, the girl proposing for the guy.” Claire raised her eyebrows and brushed the beads of sweat forming at her forehead. The place was cool and properly air conditioned, but maybe it was just because Claire was nervous. “Oh, of course not.” The lady replied, waving her hand in the air as to dismiss the idea. “It’s completely normal. And of course, if two people care for each other and would like marriage to bound them, it wouldn’t be a problem of who’s to propose, but how to maintain the relationship is going to hold on, am I right?” Her left eyebrows raised in a comforting manner. “I… yeah, you’re right. I suppose I was just nervous…” Claire replied, her eyes furrowing slightly and a lopsided smile on her face. “Being nervous is just normal. How about, you take a look at our best seller engagement ring?”

“Sure.” Claire followed the lady to the end of the aisle that they were in. Near the window side of the store, even fancier looking rings were present in the area. Claire’s curiosity got the best of her as she looked around once more, waiting for the lady while she searched for the best seller engagement ring according to her words. It didn’t take long though, after a few minutes, the lady was waving at Claire to come over and handed her a small box, covered in red velvet cloth.

She slowly opened the box, but the hinge of it causing it to forcefully open in a certain angle. There revealed a silver ring. Its diamond being highlighted by the streak of light cascading through the window panel causing it to shine brighter even, reflecting onto Claire’s baby blue eyes. Its entire body was a slim silver circle, and a small round-shaped diamond carefully carved on the top of it. It was simple, but mesmerizing. It was perfect.

“This is beautiful, I’ll- I’ll take it.” Her eyes, sparkling with joy, met the lady’s. “Of course.” Said the lady as she was pulling out a small paper bag with two strings attached on the mouth of it, standing as its holder. “Thank you so much, ma’am. I wouldn’t have been able to choose this if not for you.” Claire said as she paid the bill. “It’s Valery. And it’s nothing, don’t even worry about it. I wish you the best of luck, and may the best person in the world wear these rings with you.” Valery said as she placed her hand on top of Claire’s that was holding the bag before Claire left.

While walking, a contented smile was pasted on her face, it wasn’t being erased by anything, as if it was pasted on by a glue. She checked her watch, 3:50 pm. Just in time for her to stop by the coffee shop in the mall. The aroma of freshly baked pastries on an Italian bakeshop across the coffee shop was helping her relax, though not really, that’s what she just liked to believe. Her eyes were sparkling with joy as her chest, her heart was restless. It was beating so loudly that she can almost think people around can hear it.

She tried so hard not to get ahead of herself, but she can’t help it. After all, today was their 7^th anniversary. It’s more of like, 7 years of being boyfriend and girlfriends. Aside from their previous 8 years of friendship. It’s been so long that they’ve been together but they’ve only been at the more-than-friends zone, at most. Though she can’t really blame him for not bringing himself to his knee, yet. She was all over the place, curing and dealing outbreaks here and there, and he was also busy with work himself, so maybe that wasn’t the right time for them to settle in.

Though deep down inside, she really wants to marry him. If she could just stay put, maybe have a work where her life wouldn’t be at risk and she wouldn’t have to worry about flying everywhere, she would’ve done it a long time ago. Though every time she would hint at it, Steve seems to always disagree— no, maybe that was just her imagination. Maybe he just doesn’t notice yet. Or maybe he was just waiting for the right time for it. Maybe he wasn’t ready just yet, and maybe he has plans in the future that he wants to fulfil first, I mean, marriage is a big thing.

But dragging it for far too long? It’s been almost 15 years of their relationship, it might as well be safe to assume that they’re both ready, right? And they can look at it from the bright side, if they were together, married, they can have kids and build a family together. That way, they can finally resign from their life-risking jobs and perhaps, maybe settle somewhere, far from the dangers of the undead. Yes, that’ll be a great life for the future.

And who knows, maybe Steve was also preparing to propose to her. Who knows, what if we’ll propose at each other at the same time later? She let out a small giggle at the thought. You can’t really blame her for assuming these things. Maybe Steve just pretended to forget about it this morning to trick her into believing that he doesn’t care about their anniversary. Maybe he’ll surprise her today, alongside congratulating her for the new project she came up with, the campaign against the use of Bioweapon and it being permitted by the President.

She tightly closed her eyes, her right hand reaching for her left chest, feeling it rampage. She let out a shaky sigh. This is not good, I’m expecting too much, I don’t want to let myself down in the end. She thought to herself.

She remembered the very first day that she and Steve met, in that old ragged mansion, full of nightmares that’ll make anyone of whomever may see, bleed through their orbs. That castle full of grief and fear, it was like something straight out of a fairy-tale book. That house that was like a continuation of the horror sequence back in Raccoon City, like a fate-foretold place, made just to drive her into madness.

But in the midst of that dark place, there was a silver lining at the end of the road. Though her rope of hope were burning on both ends, scared for her life whilst also worrying for the safety and well-being of her brother, there was a person who pulled her out of the deep waters. A person who helped her get through the night. The person who tried sacrificing himself, just to save her from inevitable and inescapable death.

She remembered the uncontainable joy she felt when she learned that, what she thought she left, the corpse of Steve Burnside alone in that dark, dead mansion, was in the hospital. Though he was in critical condition, he was breathing. He was alive. And that brought her to tears. She remembered being teased by her brother for a whole straight hour just because he never seemed to see her cry, last time being their parents’ funeral. She always bragged about her being a ‘big girl that needs no prince of saving her’ yet, here she was, bawling her eyes out for the man that was her prince charming, her knight in shining armour, her Steve.

She was pulled back from her trance like state, when the small café counter echoed. “Number 29?” The man with an apron announced as he placed a cup of coffee on the marble counter. That, being Claire’s coffee cup number, she immediately stood up and got it. The time check on the clock was 4:05, she could really just stay here and wait for Steve later, but her patience and curiosity wouldn’t allow it. Therefore, leading Claire to sit at one of the benches on the park, patiently waiting for him to arrive and wave at her.

There were dogs running around, kids playing with each other, some were flying kites of different colours, some were throwing their own boomerangs and trying to catch up to it, some were sitting in their own picnic mats and eating snacks. Parents were chatting with each other. There were a few couples in the area, holding each other’s hands, some were flirting, and some were walking around. The sun harshly hit the playground beside the park. The swings and seesaws were covered in rust. The slide had yellow paints on the side, but some were already getting torn off. There were many kids playing by the monkey bars, trying to see which of them can go through fast and win.

Claire smiled as she observed everything, the wind blowing through her face, causing her hair to get disarray. While trying to fix her hair, a hand touched her shoulders, causing her to flinch in the slightest. She quickly glanced up to see Steve looking down on her from the back. She smiled, hear heart relaxing at the sight of him, but immediately picking up its pace when she remembered what they were here for. She reached for his hand on her shoulder and gave it a shallow squeeze before it was pulled away when Steve walked around the bench, sitting by her right.

“So, what are we here for?” He asked, eyes running around the area. Due to her nervousness, she gulped. “Hey there, you’ve been here long?” Steve took off his coat and hang it at the back of the bench. “Not really, just arrived here. What’s up?” Claire’s lips were crossed into a doubtful smile as her hands were sweating profusely under her jacket’s pockets. Should she immediately pull out the topic of engagement? Or should she wait and save it for later? And if so, what should she talk about first? Too many thoughts raced to her mind causing her to panic and say the first topic she thought would be a great discussion, without really thinking about it properly at first.

“Well… tomorrow, there’ll be a ceremony held by TerraSave and B.S.A.A.” She started, this raised Steve’s brow. “I initiated a campaign against the use of Bioweapons, and since it was allowed by the TerraSave heads, and other hospitals were also willing to help, we tried reaching out to the B.S.A.A. to at least have their assistance, since we’re more on the medical side. Y’know, they could be our military help. The hope wasn’t really that big but, my brother saw it as an opportunity and a step to eradicate these dangers to humanity, using his words, so he might’ve pulled some strings to allow them to be of help.” She was fidgeting her fingers, she noticed that Steve’s brow was raised, but she can’t really make out his expression. Was he happy? Sad? Confused? Angry? She hoped not.

“Thankfully though, the President himself approved of the—” She was cut short when Steve scoffed loudly. She looked at him, heart pounding loudly at her chest. “Claire, are- are you serious?” He said, the tone of his voice was filled with disbelief. “I thought we already talked about this? Why— I just can’t understand, why do you always want to become some super-mega-popstar hero that saves the world? Why can’t you just—” His left elbow met with his lap and rested his forehead on his hand.

“I— is something wrong? I only told you so that, maybe you could attend it with me tomorrow. You can just take your work off; it wouldn’t really hurt. Is something important scheduled tomorrow in your plans?” She asked, trying her best not to sound scared and not let panic escape her breath. “That’s not it, Claire! We’ve already talked about this before!” His voiced was almost shouting, he stood up to help him raise his voice even higher.

People around them had started to stare and whisper at each other. A flush of embarrassment, mixed with a shot of fear from him has seemingly been poured at her in an instant. She felt her hands go cold. “Why can’t you just stay put? Be in a job that’s at least normal. And you already know that im knuckle-deep in work, do you honestly expect me to just leave work for some ceremony about B.O.W.s? I thought we already moved on from this?” He scoffed, throwing his hands in the air to at least let out a bit of his disappointment.

“I… just want to help out people who needs me. There are pharmacies and groups out there still planning to destroy this world just because they laid their hands on their first-ever-bioweapon-medical-kit! Sure, I can’t be someone who can save everyone just from the touch of my hand, but at least let me save a few of them, that’ll put me at ease. I can’t just stay in the house while millions of people are dying in an outbreak, knowing damn well I could’ve changed that outcome?!” Her voice started out as a whisper and eventually grew, ending as a shout at him.

He looked at her with the coldest eyes she ever saw in her life. His blue eyes were a raging avalanche. It was even colder back in the winters of Antarctica. It wasn’t the same blue eyes that she first met a few years ago. Those eyes that was filled with love and care were long forgotten. It was almost as if, this was not the Steve she first saw back when she was just a teenager. Not anymore. Who was this man? With a stare that felt like a thousand daggers continuously stabbing her heart with every moment that passed.

Who are you?

Where was the boy that I met back in that cruel place?

Where was the boy that helped me survive?

Where was the boy that fulfilled my empty, cold nights with warmth and joy?

Where was that boy that promised to take care of me whatever may happen?

Where was the Steve that I loved?

Too many thoughts. Too many questions. None answered. A tear rolling down her cheek was the only reply. He was here but he was too far away. Too far gone.

A few moments of staring at each other that felt like hours passed by. Steve looked around, noticing the people who were quick to glance away as if they were innocents, though were just gossiping about the two earlier. Maybe he felt embarrassed as he reached for his coat on the bench and wore it on his shoulders. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. It seemed like he had something else to say yet didn’t have the courage to let it burst out.

Instead, he started walking his way from the scene, slowly, painfully slow yet also gruellingly fast for Claire to catch up. She was left there, all alone, with all these people throwing shady stares at her as though she was someone who had done something terrible to them.

She couldn’t just stand here and let herself be swallowed by the sadness of her heart. She immediately wiped the tears that was glistening, running smoothly down her fair toned cheek with her long, slender fingers. She faced away from the so-called audience and started to pick up her valuables from the bench. Following the steps of her boyfriend, she followed him until she eventually took hold of his hand, stopping him from walking any further. “I… I’m sorry…” Her eyes that was now blurry with tears was focused on the ground. She couldn’t look at him while she was scared.

“I just thought, it’d be a great help to people. I’ve recently just been in Jakarta, and when I saw those people— they were dying because of some goddamn outbreak! But I couldn’t do anything…” Her voice ghosted her and she just sobbed. “That’s the thing, Claire! You, me, none of us can help stop this curse. We’re just humans, when we decided to fuck with nature, it fought back stronger. That’s why we, WE should just let it be. It doesn’t matter whether you’ll save one or two, when fighting against the lives of millions— billions, we can’t do anything other than just sit and watch. Shit.” He reached for his forehead with his right arm. “Why is it so hard for you to understand, Claire? There’s NOTHING you can do.” His voice felt like ice shards were fallen directly on her back. It stung, it burned, it was like acid burning her to the bone.

“I…” She didn’t know what to say. Was there anything left to say really? She had no idea. She felt him walking closer to her as his cold hands connected with her shoulder blades. “Look, Claire. I’m sorry for yelling at you, but I don’t think I’ll ever come terms with this B.O.W. situation you’re in. And as much as I’d like to go with you tomorrow, I can’t. we have a 3-day business trip to Hawaii, I swear they only told us earlier, not even giving us time to relax. That’s probably why I lost my cool and blasted it on you. I didn’t mean to.” Steve bent his knees to the slightest to find Claire’s sparkling orbs. She was still a sobbing mess. “I’ll have to go home to our hotel and pack up, can you bring food for dinner?” He asked, his voice was gentle, but she felt the emptiness of it roaring through her ears. With a few pats on her shoulder and a few brushes of her hair, he started walking to his car.

 Once again, she was left alone, feeling like a sore loser in the midst of the crowds. Claire inhaled sharply as she looked around, deciding to clear her mind before getting their dinner, she felt like she needed a time to think about what happened, without anyone looking at her directly in the face.

She was like on auto pilot, walking around with no particular place of destination. Just letting her legs carry the pain, instead of her eyes sweating, running down like a waterfall. A few minutes of walking around aimlessly, she found herself walking along the river beside the park, though this part was a bit farther than where she and Steve had an argument from earlier.

Remnants of winter was still vividly present, the cold, bitingly chilly air being one of its proofs. Yet the grass was glistening with moist, pigmented with the brightest colour of green. She took a few steps closer to the bank, patting the ground a few times, clearing the area for her to sit comfortably. A few poppies surrounded her as she nudged around, almost like making the place much more homely for her.

The waters were calm, it was rocking back and forth with a steady rhythm. It’s waters humming a comforting tune, surprisingly, this place was a quiet one. Perfect one for Claire to find her piece of mind amongst the chaos that occurred, just a few moments ago. The sun was starting to set, its rays reflective on the river’s waters. It was warm, orange, soft, and vulnerable, at least as she thought. Sunsets weren’t her favourite, she liked sunrise more, but she really can’t deny the beauty it holds. She always believed that both scenes where the Sun was appreciated most by the people, held their own different meaning.

The sunrise was a sign of new comings, new fruits of success, good lucks, even a start of new things that’ll be successful in the future. It has powerful hold on Claire’s heart, it being evident in her actions. She always started her projects or passed them on nice mornings. Her latest project being one of them.

Sunsets, on the other hand, was the polar opposite. It was beautiful, but she thought that it meant endings, after all, it was the time when the sun starts its descend, leaving the people in utter darkness. The warm, almost crimson-like orange hue of the scenery tugged at her heart. Something about the picturesque view made her felt sad somehow.

She tried pushing her arms backwards, to hold the ground for leverage as she tried resting while watching the scene., though it landed on a bunch of flowers. Her ocean tinted eyes travelled across the land and landed on a set of flowers. It was arranged in a random manner, yet still harmonizing with each other as they swayed through the wind’s force of nature. Curiously, she picked the largest one. It was a poppy, the size of her index and middle finger placed side by side.

Twirling it around her fingers, watching its beauty, it made her heart ache as she was once again swallowed by the thought of Steve.

This wasn’t the first time. Considering that, right before she left to her recent mission in Jakarta, they also fought, causing her to aboard the flight with two days of no connection and updates from him. It was painful, but she endured it. After all, that’s what couples do right? Fight and make up. Casual arguments are normal. “Bickering from time to time will just strengthen the relationship as it helps both parties search for the vulnerability of each other, and finding a solution to help one another.” She chuckled to herself when she remembered the line from a book she once read.

But this doesn’t help her with the sadness. She would be lying if she said she didn’t think of breaking up with him, at least five times. And in those moments, it was when she felt the most vulnerable, she felt so alone. She kept thinking to herself, maybe Steve also felt alone? Maybe, he was just in the same boat as her? Maybe he’s having too many problems to deal with, alongside her work occupying her all the time. Maybe all they lacked was communication and time spent together.

And so, she tried her best to set up dates whenever she can, taking him out to dinner, buying things for him. Heck, even two years ago, on his birthday, she set up a whole party in the living room of her house back in Texas. She didn’t know how to cook, but she tried her hardest. The baking wasn’t the best, but it was edible. And what he did? He came home drunk at midnight, blabbing something about him and his co-workers celebrating his work at a pub. He didn’t even invite or told her, at the very least.

It shattered her heart into a million pieces, but she tried to be understanding. Maybe her efforts weren’t enough to get the connection between them stronger. So, she tried, and tried, and tried.

But it got worse when the company he worked from got bankrupt and he eventually had to move to New York, leaving her in her own house, miles away from him. But she thought, its fine. My parents used to work away from each other anyway, and they were fine, until then. That was what she kept telling herself, to keep her sanity safe. Besides, look, Jill and Chris always work away from each other, but they got married and already bore two kids. I’m sure these challenges are just bumps along the road. It’ll be fine. She involuntarily sniffed her runny nose, a rough reminder that she had started to cry.

Reaching for her handkerchief in her small sling bag, her hand stumbled on an object. Another wave of pain hit her like a truck when she realized that her initial plan was completely destroyed. Again. Like every single time, she never had the chance. Heck, he even turned down her offer of being her plus on for the party. She understood that maybe, because he himself was a victim of B.O.W.s, he might’ve been traumatized. But she had already told him several times that she’s fine, she was just on the side-lines, healing people after all. Why can’t he just support her like he enthusiastically did before?

Chapter Text

November 11, 2014

Rummaging through his closet, Leon realized his options were limited. His coats could only be counted with 3 fingers, blue, black, and grey. The problem was, all of them had either been stained of blood, had multiple bullet holes, or was already breaking down from too much of use. None can be used for the formal event the lad had been invited to.

He exhaled; this leaves him no option but to wear his trusty leather jacket that… was hanging from his hat rack. Jesus, why was it there? Oh yeah, he was never clean and organized to begin with. Explains why you can somehow find clothes or shoes lying all around the house. There was even a time where his socks were under his kitchen table. What and how that happened? Even he doesn’t know.

Sniffing at the leather collar of the garment, he nodded. It doesn’t smell like flowers, but it doesn’t smell awful. It’ll do it, he decided.

He hummed a silent tune while listening to the sounds emitted by the open television. It was a soap opera. Although he didn’t necessarily like watching TV shows, especially cheesy teenage drama like this, it’s better than falling asleep on his couch and forgetting the event he promised to attend to. It helped him fight his boredom when he got mad at the male lead for being a jerk to his girlfriend.

Normally, he doesn’t stick his nose up to someone’s business, given that, most times, it’ll just lead him to death’s door. But hey, perhaps, in a fictional story like this, he could enjoy being the gossiper.

The ringing of his phone caused the nightstand to vibrate. He let the jacket hang on his arm that was folded in a 90-degree angle while he approached the device.

“Hey Leon, I’ll just meet you outside the reception. I’m picking up something from Hunnigan, but I’ll be there on time.” Helena on the other line stated, honking of cars were audible, giving Leon the idea that she might be stuck in a long line of traffic. “Alright, just tell me if you’re there and where you are. I can go to you by then, pitiful princess.” He replied, his lips were stretched into a wide grin, knowing well that the woman doesn’t see his face through the audio call.

“Oh, would it kill you to drop the joke?” She rolled her eyes when Leon chuckled, of course, in a teasing manner. “Alright, alright. Will do, princess.” He dragged the ‘s’ to sound like a snake, and without waiting for her reaction, he dropped the call and placed the phone back onto the table.

Beside the phone laid a piece of hard paper, a red wax locking the envelope close. He hasn’t opened the paper since being given to him yesterday, well, time and place was already given to him by Helena and Hunnigan, so he thought that it needed no opening.

But here he was, opening it. He was zoning out, and due to muscle memory of envelopes, containing mission reports, he opened it involuntarily. His light blue eyes quickly scanned through the texts, as if it was something urgent, but it was just out of habit. There were a lot of texts printed but his blue orbs focused at the bottom names with their own respective signatures.

Chris Redfield                                              Claire Redfield

B.S.A.A. Head Captain                                TerraSave Representative

He let out a chuckle. Look at these two, finally back on being a happy family together. I mean, when have I ever seen these two help each other? They don’t seem to be around except finding one another. Is it a Redfield thing to just be in a constant state of searching for each other? He thought. Not like he wanted them to be in danger, it was just really weird that both have faced many challenges but none together? Wait, maybe back in Rock fort Island and Antarctica, yes, I’ve heard of that.

“Chris, I’ve seen you last year. But Claire? It’s been…” His gaze hit the ceiling as he tried counting the years that they’ve been apart. “Hmm… almost 8 years.” He whistled smoothly at the thought. Wow, time really does pass by like the wind. It feels like Penamstan and Shanghai was just yesterday.

Another ring from his phone snapped him back to his room. Now it was Sherry Birkin.

Sherry was the girl he and Claire saved, back in Raccoon City. She was just 12 years old back then, but was already facing nightmares that even he, a back-then 21-year old boy, couldn’t manage to process. He remembered the look on her face, she was smiling, but the horrors were present in her blue eyes. He couldn’t really blame her, that place was just as good as dead. It was even a miracle the three of them were saved.

“Hey Leon!” Her voice was as jolly as ever. “I heard you were coming to the party.” She added, pausing for a moment to wait for his reply. “Yeah, Hunnigan and Helena, two ‘H’ witches dragged me to do so.” He scoffed. “I was thinking, me and Jake are on the way there. Although the reception was starting at 7:30 pm, we decided it’ll be good to just be there 15 minutes earlier.” She explained, a small grunt was heard on the other line, assumably, it was the buzzed-cut man. “Do you want us to stop over and pick you up? There’s still room in the backseat!”

“I don’t want to sound rude, but I might look like you and that boy’s kid sitting in the back seat.” He replied. “Wow, even though you look twice as old as we are?” She teased back at Leon. “I say, I just look that good.” He huffed closer to the microphone, making sure that Jake would hear. “Don’t be so full of yourself, old man.” There, he finally heard him bark while Sherry laughed. “So, you want to come with us or not?” She asked Leon one more time. “Sure, it’d save me some gas wage.”

It took them no more than three minutes to pull up in the parking lot of Leon’s condominium. Though he still wasn’t there so it took them at least 2 minutes of waiting until the man of the hour finally showed up. Dressed in a navy-blue t-shirt, layered with a black leather jacket with white outlines, and paired with an acid-washed jeans. Yes, this was the Leon they knew. And to be completely honest, Sherry too, wasn’t used to him wearing that formal coat and tie outfit, just like Claire back in 2008.

Growing out of patience, Jake honked the car a few times as Sherry let herself out of the car to give Leon a warm, friendly hug. She was wearing a white, long-sleeved blouse with large rounded lace collars. It was paired with a blue, ankle-length, square pants alongside a 2-inch navy blue, velvet heels. Her hair added to her beauty as it was now shoulder-length, half up tied in a rose-shaped bun with a crimson red bowtie. Somehow, her look today reminded Leon of the little Sherry he first met in their train to escape, but now, she was a full-grown lady. He felt a moment of proudness deep inside his heart. “Easy there.” Leon waved his left hand at Jake, who by now, was staring daggers at him. “You sure he won’t bite?” The blond lad asked Sherry, and with a wide smile on her cheeks, she replied. “He might if you continue teasing him.”

“Okay, you guys are sure taking your time for someone who was nagging me to shower faster just to become their driver. Oh, how the tables have turned.” Jake ran a hand through his neatly buzzed head. From the driver’s window, his black, long-sleeved button up was visible, with two brown leather straps hooked on both his shoulders. From the looks of it, Leon guesses it was also attached to his pants. It was nice, he can’t deny that it suits Jake, it made him look formal, compared before, when they met in China. Sherry rolled her eyes as she went to enter the passenger’s seat once more. Leon entered the back of the silver Jeep and made himself comfortable.

The ride was smooth, the traffic wasn’t too heavy since they went to routes that was long, but had less cars occupying them. And inside the car too, was all just relaxed. A few small talks, mostly initiated by Sherry, sometimes Leon, but never Jake.

They made some catching up with each other, and Jake only gave them a few nods, sometimes even a small ‘yes’ and ‘no’, mostly because he still wasn’t all that close with Leon. But it was already a year since they’ve met, and Leon had noticed Jake’s stares at Sherry whenever they stopped at red lights. Maybe he was courting her, but if so, then he must go through me first. Let me see what you can do and if you deserve Sherry. Let’s do this the old-fashioned way, Leon thought to himself.

After a few moments later, they finally arrived in front of a fancy looking hotel. It was where the reception was held, probably in one of the floors of the building. He entered it alone as Sherry told him to go first, leaving the two to park their vehicle and enter together. Lovebirds. He thought to himself, letting out a low chuckle as he remembered their stares at each other. “Guess I’m all alone then.” He shrugged.

After checking in with the hotel staff, leading him to the exact room of the party, he now has to face another challenge. Earlier, back in the house, he was in a hurry. After the call from Sherry, he knew they’d be just minutes away. Therefore, he gave himself maximum of 3 minutes to shower, dress up and go down the elevator to the parking lot.

Although as fate would have it, he doubled his maximum. It almost took him 6 minutes until he finally reached the garage. He was brisk walking to the point that some beads of sweat have finally formed on his forehead. He quickly ran them down with the hem of his sleeve.

He could have driven himself to the party area, that was the initial plan. But after getting the call to Sherry, it eased his heart that Sherry could finally be free from being held captive, or as what Simmons liked to call it, “keeping Sherry Birkin, safe from all predators after her.” They all knew that was just nonsense, but even the B.S.A.A. have no power against Simmons since he has proven himself to be an effective protector of Sherry. But since China, it finally dawned to everyone that he had a motive after all the fake faced reports. He was finally gone. Dead.

And it made Sherry Birkin vulnerable to threats, but free. Besides, she was already a grown woman, and a trained agent at that. Which makes her able to protect herself in times of danger.

And so, he couldn’t resist the suggestion of Sherry to just hitchhike with them. Though he was aware that Jake might’ve been hot headed, not that he wasn’t all the time, earlier for him crashing at their date, he thought. If that were me, in a date and someone third wheels, I’d probably let a punch loose too.

And now, he was doomed. He forgot the most important item for the party. He forgot the invitation that was sitting on his bedside table. And from the looks of it, the guards at both sides of the pair of doors in front of him seems strict and sticking to the rule of ‘only those with invitation cards are allowed to enter’. “Fuck, well, let’s see our options…” He mumbled under his breath as he carefully laid out a checkbox in his mind.

First, we can call Hunnigan to inform her about the invitation, and somehow save him from his misfortune. But that would take a lot of time, and considering that she’s always busy with important documents, it might be a waste of her time. What if she was dealing with an emergency? We wouldn’t want to distract her just because I forgot a simple invitation card.

Second, we can convince the guard that you are THE Leon Scott Kennedy, The Legendary Hero, The Saviour of many, a DSO Agent, and an Honourable Guest, VIP even. Wait a minute, that’s so cringe. That’ll make me sound like a boastful, arrogant, and a lying jerk. Scratch that.

Third, we can go back for it and take it. Simple as 1,2,3. No, that’ll take too much of my time. Sure, he can show up a little off the supposed time, he was nicknamed as “Mr. fashionably late” after all. But seeing that many VIPs are going to attend, he can’t just embarrass himself and enter when the event already started. That, for sure, everybody would be staring at him, it might ruin the party. So, no thanks.

Fourth, he can just go home and never come back. That’ll give him the rest he needs anyway. It’s a win-win situation. No, it is not a win-win situation. He promised Helena, Hunnigan, and even Sherry expects him to be there. It’ll hurt them, and he doesn’t want that. I mean, he had proudly considered himself a gentleman ever since before, despite badmouthing Helena and Hunnigan just a few couple minutes ago.

A blond man standing in front of the reception building seems to be lost in thought as his gaze was fixed on the floor, totally not noticing the weird stares the two guards were giving him since earlier. Helena slowly walked behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder, causing him to flinch so hard she almost got hit in the face. “Jesus! You scared me.” He cried and she laughed.

The woman with brown layered hair was wearing her usual bell-bottom slacks and white button-up shirt underneath a brown, fitted vest. Her initial outfit back in China, though it was already looking formal, so it might not be a surprise as to why she chose to wear it. Her eyes were drawn with a thin, and a short cat wing to elongate her eyes and her lips were coloured with a peach gloss.

“And here I was, thinking that my boots were as loud as a horse. You good?” She asked looking at him with a gentle smile on her face. “Yeah…” His voice was tinted with disappointment and she immediately sensed it. “Let me guess, first, you didn’t read the invitation, and then forgot it?” Her head scanning the area. “Wow, never thought you took mind-reading as a side-line.” He teased and she rolled her eyes as she approached one of the guards, standing tall with his chest puffed out. His eyes travelled to the woman as she handed her invitation card.

After what he guessed was 15 seconds, the tall doors opened, revealing a huge hall. It was full of round tables and chairs, all covered in white, satin cloth and a ribbon with blue and red occupying each half horizontally. Helena looked at Leon and waved her head subtly towards the door, inviting the man inside.

The lights occupied Leon’s attention as he heard the doors shut behind them. They really put effort into this, lookin’ pretty fancy. He thought as his eyes wandered from corner to corner. From the far left of them, beside the long table filled with foods and snacks were a small orchestra. A man playing the violin, another with a piano, a girl with a cello, a conductor, and a lady with a blue dress singing a classic, opera song.

“Thanks for the help there, kid. How’d you convince the man?” Leon pulled both chairs on one empty table for him and Helena to sit on. “First of all, I’m not a kid, and second, this just confirms my theory. You did not read the invitation card. From what I know, both yours and mine had both our names on each, so I just showed him your name there and he let us in. And lastly, you’re welcome.”

Leon chuckled as her face contorted into an almost pout when she heard him call her a kid. “I’m literally 12 years older than you. You’re even younger than Sherry, whom which, if I may remind you, is what I consider as my daughter. So, I suppose you’re still a baby compared to me.” She stared at him, and if stares could become a weapon, she might’ve already finished him then and there.

“Wow…” She scoffed, sounding offended, her mouth staying in an almost perfect ‘O’ shape and then rolled her eyes. She was in utter disbelief. “Well, okay then GRANDPA? You look too old for that haircut; it makes you look like a chicken.” She emphasized on the word ‘Grandpa’ and even insulted his lovely haircut.

His pride was hurt, and his ego cannot tolerate it. And so, doing what any sane person would do, he teased her back. “Okay, you’re right. If Sher is my daughter, you really do look like my GRANDDAUGHTER. And y’know what good granddaughters do? They follow and respect their grandparents.” He pointed his index finger towards her, imitating a mother scolding her daughter. “Too bad, I’m not a good granddaughter.” She leaned in and snickered.

They stared down at each other, burning passion flowing through their veins and oozing out of their eyes. As the tension grew higher and higher, they also felt their surrounding grow hotter by the second. Their stare down was growing minute, by minute, until when they felt it was finally the climax of their fight, they snapped. Both agents bursting into laughter. Helena had both arms wrap around her stomach to ease the contractions of her abdomen with each laugh, while Leon had his face covered with left hand, carefully brushing his bangs while his right hand rested on his lap. The magnitude of their laughter caught a few stares of others but they paid no mind to them.

There was a gentle tap on Leon’s shoulder, his eyes were met with another pair of blue orbs, belonging to Sherry as she sat on the seat, left to him. Beside her was Jake, a grump on his was face was present as ever. The classical music slowly died down as the speakers on each side of the stage echoed, the voice of a man in a black coat and tie on the microphone. The event was starting.

A few guest speakers welcomed the attendees and gave a boring, useless speeches, according to the male agent. He wasn’t really fond of parties, let alone guest speakers. He felt like he would die from boredom as he sat and watched the VIPs speak. Their voices were almost muffled against his ear as he fought his hardest not to yawn and fall asleep right there and then. Though he wasn’t the only one. Judging from the look of his other 3 companion occupying the table, Helena was constantly covering her mouth to yawn and Sherry is already dozing off, leaning against Jake’s shoulder, who by now, had both brows meeting each other. The only thing stopping him to move was the sleeping girl beside him.

After a while, it seems that they’ve paused giving speakers time to speak. Multiple waiters dressed in their black uniform and aprons have started going around. One stopping by their table, placing a large, round, metal plate with multiple bundles and groups of snacks laid on each side in the middle of their plates. Varying from vegetable snacks, to chips. At least, this gave the sleeping blonde beside him energy to wake up.

Sherry was munching on the food with delightful face. It was when they’ve started calling honourable guests. Calling their names one by one, though none on the table was called yet, so Leon took a small chunk of the raw carrot. “We would also like to thank our honourable guests, agents who helped in the incident back in Lang Sheng, China, almost a year ago. Sherry Birkin, Jake Muller, Helena Harper, and Leon S. Kennedy.” He was halfway on his chewing when he was called. He swore, he almost choked when he heard his name.

“Without their help, none of us would be here for this celebration. So please, everyone, let’s raise a toast to all of them who helped in the past few decades with our war against Bioweapons.” Everyone in the room raised their respective champagne and wine glass and the room was filled with applause, causing Leon to forcefully swallow the food inside his mouth and slightly raised his right arm to acknowledge the applause and cheers. Though not long after, they’ve continued with all the guest speakers.

“How many speakers even are there? This is like, the thirtieth one. And it’s already almost…” He lifted his wrist and pulled back his sleeve to observe his digital wristwatch. “11:49 pm, to be exact.” Leon grunted as he ran his fingers through his blond hair. “Don’t know, don’t care.” Helena shrugged her shoulders; the rim of the wine glass was stuck to her teeth and a flirty grin on her lips. Looking at the direction of where she was staring, Leon saw a guy in a dark blue coat. His hair was brown and complexion was tanned. A guy from the B.S.A.A? He thought as the mentioned man’s body shape was definitely built, his clothes failing to cover his bulked biceps.

“Woah, woah, slow down cow girl, the event hasn’t even ended yet. So, granddaughter…” He leaned in towards Helena, motioning her to come closer and listen to what he was about to whisper. “You both want to keep staring at each other? Or talk?” Helena gave him a playful yet hard punch on the shoulder as once again, she gave him a furious stare. “I’m serious, this place is fucking boring. I wouldn’t blame ‘ya if you’ll exit now—” He stared at the guy once more, who was now smiling at Helena with hearts in his eyes, clearly smitten. “—with that guy. Good luck.” He winked at her and stood up from his seat.

A quiet hallway welcomed him once he stepped out of the crowded room. He walked aimlessly towards the end of the hall, just trying to ease his mind. A large number “24” was painted on the empty wall between the stairs and elevators. He pressed the elevator, originally planning to go home, but when inside, his fingers moved on their own and pressed the rooftop.

The chilling night breeze of winter clashing with summer and underneath all the garments, goosebumps were printed all over his skin. But he can’t deny, the building’s rooftop was on the 50^th and the view was enigmatic. All of the city lights were outlining the dark horizon. Sky scrapers were competing against each other when in terms of height, and their dazzling lights were like stars fallen from the sky. Though it is a shame, stars that are visible in the sky were less than a dozen.

He walked to the edge and rested his elbows on the tall, glass barrier surrounding the place. He inhaled, cold air entering his system, before exhaling, a contented sigh leaving his lips. He stared into the passing cars, looking like small ants on the highway. The scenery was mesmerizing, and Leon felt his heart relax. All of his stress and unnecessary thoughts slowly drifting away, spreading through the air that was swaying his blond hair gracefully.

Quiet clacking of heels against the dirty and stained concrete floor of the area snapped him from his thoughts. His reflex acting up, he immediately posed in a defence stance, all senses sharp and focus on everything that might attack him from all sides. And that’s when a splash of red invaded his vision.

Chapter Text

November 12, 2014.

Red.

He saw a splash of red in his peripheral vision. He closed his eyes. If this is another hallucination, there sure is no help coming to save me from the height of this building. He pulled himself together as he shook his head from side to side, like a dog fresh from the shower, as if to shrug off any negative thoughts, or specifically, that image of her from tainting his mind once again. He tightened his fist into a ball and the other holding out his gun, making sure that they’re ready for a defence and counter-attack.

After letting a few seconds pass, there was nothing. No bullet attacks, no knives flying in the air, no axes and punches thrown his way.

Except for one. A single, quiet sob. If he was no agent and didn’t have ears to hear the lightest scratch of a squirrel on a tree, he sure would’ve missed it.

He wanted to know where the sound was coming from, but he couldn’t let his guard down. Who knows, maybe this was just a façade to deceit him and kidnap him, it was cheesy, but that possibility wasn’t as foreign to him as it normally should be. So, he took silent but quick, careful steps towards where he heard the sob. His fists were now in front of his chest, crossed together. Another sob followed just when he was sure of the source. It was coming from behind the elevator shaft.

A woman wearing a crimson red blouse and a black flowy skirt was facing the highway. Her hair was poised in a ponytail, but through the strong wind swinging it, some braided pieces were sticking out. He couldn’t recognize the woman as her back was facing Leon, but he might’ve had a bad gut feeling about this whole ordeal.

“Miss? Are you alright?” He asked, relaxing his tensed shoulders but never lowering his gun down. The woman flinched, quickly wiping her face with her fingers and faced him. When she saw the gun, she immediately raised both of her arms to level with her head, and with a smile she replied, “Don’t shoot!”

Leon chuckled when he finally saw her face, it was Claire. His co-survivor back in 1998, partner for several missions, and his long-time best friend. “What are you doing here?” She asked, lowering her hands and facing the highway again. “Nothing, just wanted to get some fresh air. The venue is a bit, no offense, but it’s kinda suffocating.” He placed his gun back to its holster and rested beside Claire.

“Yeah, no harm taken, but you’re right. I mean, if they only let me handle the event, I would’ve probably made it much more fun.” She scrunched her nose due to the coldness of the air. “Wait, you didn’t arrange that party?” Leon’s tone was an exaggerated ‘shocked’ one that made the red-head laugh. “What? You think I’d be THAT boring?” He nodded and she rolled her eyes.

“So… what are you doing up here? It’s cold, and you’re wearing thin ass clothes.” He clicked his tongue as his gaze travelled into the sea of the dark blue sky. Though the stars may have been over powered by the city lights and covered by the clouds, the full moon was always there, gazing down upon both individuals.

She let out a deep sigh and tilted her head backwards, just enough for it to rest and face the midnight sky. “I… really don’t know.” Her lips contorted in a somewhat lopsided smile. “Lately, I think I’ve been a bit stressed out. Y’know, life sucks.” She stared at the moon for a moment until her eyes met the lad’s.

And for a moment, everything slowed down as though he was lost in the vast ocean of her light blue eyes that was quite contradicted with her reddish cheeks. The moonlight highlighting her freckles and the wind gently waving her bangs that made it look like a waterfall against her face. Her lips were plump and red like cherry, the gloss shining through the moonlight.

Woah, where did that come from. Get yourself together, Leon Scott Kennedy! He internally scolded himself. Trying his best to forget the thought, he replied when he noticed that Claire was waiting for his response. “…ah, yeah. I totally get ‘ya. I mean, I was literally just admitted to the hospital yesterday.” He admitted half-jokingly. But her face was already contorted into a quizzical look, with one brow raised.

She opened her mouth and was about to say something when Leon cut her off. “Okay, okay. I’m fine, just got drunk and almost fell off a cliff, and, well, probably died. AND before you say anything, I’m fine! No fractures, wounds, no nada.” Claire was one of the people who, if they knew he’d been in trouble and got hurt, would give him a never-ending lecture for hours on end.

After all the reasoning he gave her, she still doesn’t seem to believe an ounce of it. He sighed defeatedly. “Alright, maybe a few scratches and bruises… but I promise, I’m fine!” He acted like an innocent puppy, in the hopes of Claire letting him go. He shut his eyes tightly, expecting a smacking from her, but instead a delightful laugh escaped her lips.

Slowly opening his eyes, he saw her laughing. Her brows were rising above and her eyes were opened ever so slightly he could’ve sworn she was actually closing her eyes. Her smile was wide and her teeth were visible. But Leon wasn’t all lost in this trance for a long moment as a hand smacked his shoulders. When he snapped back to reality, it was Claire’s, of course. She was the type to hit whoever’s nearby when laughing, which explains why Chris never wants to be near her during comedy shows.

“Oh my God, if only you could—see your face. You look—so stupid!” Her sentences were continuously being cut off between laughs and cackles. Although confused, Leon eventually shared laughter with her. Wiping tears from their eyes as the laughter slowly died down, a comfortable silence enveloping the two. The wind coming stronger by the minute that passes, brushing through her auburn locks and his dirty blond curtain bangs.

“So, after talking about me being hurt and all that. Wanna tell me why I heard a couple of sniffs and sobs from earlier?” He shifted his weight to one arm as he faced the lady in red beside him. “Don’t know. Maybe it’s from a ghost or whatnot?” She chuckled as her blue orbs disappeared through her smile. Her red and almost puffy eyelids stretching side to side. “Claire, I know you. I’m not going to pry if it’s something too personal and if you don’t want me to know, but please, if ever there’s something bothering you… I’m always here, y’know.”

“Woah. Slow down there brother, why get sentimental all of a sudden? Where did that ‘tough and cool ghost of Leon Kennedy’ go?” She joked, extracting a few laughs but her eyes said otherwise. “I’m fine.” She tucked her bangs to her ears and looked down at the cars. “Hmm, for some reason, I don’t believe an ounce of that “I’m fine” of yours… ‘Ya know why’s that?” He inhaled the cold air through his nostrils as it bit his lungs. Her brows furrowed, and her face contorted into a frown. It seems that she wanted to say something, but was still finding the proper words for it.

“…Well, having nightmares of that city again. It’s just so—so frustrating. It’s so long but it just haunts me every time. It’s as if it’s following my trail. Everywhere I go, I cannot escape that shitty night.” She placed her palms in front of her face, pinching the bridge of her nose while trying to at least cover her stressed face from the other man.

“Can’t say I blame ‘ya. It’s like a part of us that we can’t, and might never ever let go, y’know?” He clicked his tongue. “Sorry, I dragged this conversation to the wrong direction.” Claire mumbled, flashing an apologetic smile on her face. “Yeah, you did.” Leon laughed when her smiling face turned into a disbelief one in the blink of an eye and a flying smack to his back. “Asshole, as always.” Leon bowed exaggeratedly, like a prince bowing to a princess with his left arm tucked behind his back and another formally poised in front of his chest. “You’re welcome, your highness.”

The wind that was tough earlier, came back ten-fold stronger and hit them both like bricks, causing Claire to shiver underneath her thin blouse. Leon noticed this and placed his jacket on her shoulders, leaving him with his blue skin-tight tank top. And now I’m freezing, great job, Kennedy. But what am I supposed to do? Bring two jackets next time? His thoughts fought inside his head as his arms were covered with goosebumps.

“Dude you’re freezing. Like, literally. I can see your goosebumps from a mile away.” She teased but also held onto the jacket for dear life as they both agreed to go inside and warm up. “Well, what can I say. I’d rather freeze as a good guy rather than keeping myself safe while being labelled as a jerk.” He replied, crossing both arms as the two made themselves comfortable in the small elevator space. “Way to go then, Mr. Gentleman!”

A small ding was heard before the automated metal doors of the shaft opened. Revealing two individuals, one in a thin red blouse and a black, flowy skirt. She was also layered with a thick leather jacket, and another with his tight blue t-shirt, highlighting his precious biceps and muscles.

Entering the venue again, they were welcomed with a whole new place. When they left, all was in order. Guests were speaking formally, some ribbon cuttings, certificate giving and a whole lot of boring ceremonies.

But now, everyone was dancing or asleep. Tables and chairs were far from organized, some were stumbled, some were filled with finished plates, some were placed so far from its initial place you’d even think it was never used to begin with. People were also drunk; some were awake and getting more food from the catering table and some were already dozing off to the side.

“Aunt Claire! There you are!!!” A kid, about the height of Leon’s torso, came running towards Claire. Almost stumbling but thankfully, she was there to catch the kid before he hit the ground. “Oh Ethan? Why are you awake? It’s late now, where’s your mommy?” Claire, now crouched to level with the kid who was rubbing his eyes. “She went to change Mia’s diapers in the bathroom… She told me to stay in my seat but I got hungry.” Ethan looked up to Leon and smiled. “Wow, is he your new boyfriend, Aunt Claire? He’s pretty!” Leon was surprised at the statement but still gave the kid subtle head shakes and a short smile.

“Of course not! Where’s your dad?” She pinched the kid’s nose and scrunched her face to play with the kid. “Oh… daddy? I think, I think he’s drunk, there…?” The child pointed at the small crowd on the far right of the stage. They might’ve not noticed him earlier because of the crowed towering and piling around him, but now, they can clearly see Chris wasted. He was holding a bottle of beer in his right hand, high up in the sky while awkwardly swaying his hips in a circular motion.

The guy from earlier who was giving Helena heart shaped puppy eyes now had a worried look on his face, trying his best to apologize to everyone passing by and also calming down the captain who was out of his normal state of mind.

“Ethan? Oh, thank God, there you are!” Jill’s voice was heard from behind as Ethan came running to her mother’s arms. “Thank you, Claire, Leon, for looking out for him, I just really had to change Mia’s underwear.” She added, hugging and eventually carrying the small boy in her arms. The kid was about 3 years old so no wonder how Jill can easily lift him up that easy. Claire waved her hand in dismissal. “No prob, but where’s Mia?”

“Oh, Sherry volunteered to look over the baby while I looked for this brat. It’s time for their bedtime—actually, way past it. But you already know Chris, he…” She looked defeated while staring at her husband, who, by now, was head locking another man, presumably another soldier, wanting them to drink another bottle of alcohol. “Anyway, I need to somehow get all three of these babies home before dawn. I still have my shift tomorrow after all.” Oh yeah, right. Jill was now a retired soldier and was working as a food researcher. Leon remembered hearing the events of what happened in and after Kijuju, Jill being taken under extreme medication and was even in a hospital bed for a whole 3 months due to Wesker’s experiments taking a toll on her body. Eventually leading to her early retirement from the army, much to her dismay. But it wasn’t all sorrows from what it looked like. After all, Chris married her almost immediately and soon had their first son back in 2011.

“I’m not a baby!” Ethan protested before dropping his head to rest onto Jill’s shoulder, falling asleep as fast as a lightning. “Sure, sure.” Jill shushed the kid, gently patting his back as he started on her way towards the door, but not forgetting to wave the two good bye.

The time written on the digital clock above one of the massive speakers were 01:15. And right now, most guests went their way home already. One of them being Helena, of course, with the company of the boy from earlier. Jake and Sherry also went home, with Sherry apologizing almost a million times before leaving. They figured it might be a bit dangerous for Jill to handle the kids and a drunk Chris alone. So as the good Samaritans they are— actually, more like ‘The good Samaritan that she is’ since Jake was probably just dragged into it, they drove the kids to the Redfield household. While Jill took extra care of the now, sleeping drunkard, Chris Redfield.

Only a few staffs were left in the venue, some were janitors cleaning the mess people have left, some were waiters, cleaning the catering area. And some were staff of the event that are dealing with the auditory or some left paper works, including Claire. With no one to drop him off, and no car for him to drive, he was stuck waiting for Claire. She voluntarily and totally-not-suggested-by-Leon-multiple-times, offered for her to drive him to his house.

“Can I take this?” He asked the waiter who was cleaning the dirty dishes from the table as he pointed at the untouched glass of champagne. “No problem, sir.” The man replied, his accent was thick.

The first sip ran down his throat smoothly as expected. He licked the trace of the alcohol on his lips and clicked his tongue, followed by an ‘aahh’ sound. The bubbles forming at the walls of the glass, slowly made their way to the surface of the liquid, creating what is now visible as a ‘foam’ and he observed it patiently. He was being swallowed by his thoughts again.

“Wow, is he your new boyfriend, Aunt Claire? He’s pretty!”

“Of course not!”

He remembered the conversation between Ethan and Claire earlier. He was well aware of Claire’s long time significant other, Steve. In fact, they’ve seen each other quite a few times as well, though not formally introduced to one another. But something about Claire’s response, immediately rejecting the idea felt like someone punched him in the gut. For some unknown reasons, he knew it was wrong, but he felt hurt by the idea of not having chance with Claire.

Sure, they had a time after Raccoon City to date each other. But it was him who broke up with Claire. Back then he had a reason. He was in love with another woman, and he was well aware that he broke her heart. But he didn’t want to sleep with another woman while in a relationship with Claire. It was the time where he was still under the possession of that woman’s poisonous venom. Under her tight grip where he couldn’t resist, he couldn’t escape.  And back then was tempted to be with her, blinded by her charm to actually see the whole picture. She was just using him as her pawn. A slave to her will.

A few years forward, he just heard that Claire and that boy ‘Steve’ were already a thing. The guy that she found when looking for her brother was the one she ended up with. And after a few more years, they were still going strong, as from what Leon had heard from the rumours. He wasn’t happy nor sad, he just felt numb.

Was it jealousy? And from what? That she and Steve were happy in their relationship while he was here stuck in a loop of following the lady in red’s orders, seeing her once every few years, and leaving him with a bitter aftertaste? Or was it because that he wasn’t the one Claire ended up and was happy with? He was confused and no one, not even the heavens were willing to give him an answer.

“Hey! Anyone home?” She snapped her index and middle finger in front of his eyes. He almost snorted the champagne that he didn’t know was stuck inside his mouth when he flinched. “Woah there, easy. You look like you saw a ghost or something?” She said, reaching for her keys in her small, black leather sling bag. “Yeah, I did. A beautiful one.” He smirked when he saw the sudden shock in Claire’s eyes for a split second, and was immediately replaced with a narrow-eyed look. “So, are you saying I’m a GHOST?”

He placed the champagne glass back onto the table and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He started walking out the venue, hands on both pockets of his jeans as he listened to Claire complain about his statement. The elevator ride wasn’t easier as he was stuck with her mouth to his ear, continuously scolding him. Yet his grin never left his face. When they’ve reached the garage lot, he walked ahead of the woman, intentionally pacing himself faster so Claire, in heels, could run after him.

“Jerk!” She scowled as she pressed the button of a luxurious black coated, shiny convertible car, the roof missing in place. “Well, well, didn’t know you had this kind of taste for cars.” Leon eyed the vehicle intensely, inch to inch, as though looking at some girl he liked. The curves and sharp edges of the car was tempting him. “Hey there, sexy.” He brushed his fingers as he entered the passenger’s seat.

“Not mine, just rented it. My car and bike are left back in Texas.” She carefully adjusted the rear-view mirror while he buckled himself. “Still, great choice. But speaking of, is there no one to pick you up that you had to resort to renting cars?” His voice was a bit unstable as his head was all around the interior design of the car, looking inside drawers and touching the air conditioner. “Long story.”

“I have the time. Unless you want to, milady.” He knew how to push her buttons and how exactly to tease her, and knowing damn well that this time worked without amiss, he grinned smugly. “Well, alright. I’ll tell you, I guess. But don’t even dare telling a soul, Kennedy.” She was focusing on getting the car out of the parking lot’s circular exit but her tone was still solid. “Of course, madam.” Though both were focused at the city night lights to even bother talking about it for the first few minutes.

The ride was a bit silent; a bit of small talks was heard throughout the small space but not much. Maybe it was the tiredness, but none really had the energy to blabber endlessly, not until the forgotten topic from the garage was brought up again. “Okay, I know what you’re doing. Don’t think I’ve forgotten. So, what happened? Is your boyfriend not here with you? Isn’t— what is it again, Steve? Yeah, doesn’t he work around here?” He curiously stated, looking at her eyes that was full of sparks through the mirror. But once he finished asking, something in her eyes changed, ever so slightly, but he was so sure there was a hint of depression. “He’s out on a 3-day business trip. So, I guess I’m alone, to the party and home. Well, not that I’m not used to it by now, so it doesn’t really matter.”

“Wow, not even bothering to drop you off to the party? Seems a bit harsh.” He puffed out to exaggerate his statement. “Don’t go poking at the bear, Leon. You’re drunk, and I’m getting you home.” Leon immediately dropped the topic when he heard her, it might be too personal and he had no business nosing up there. “Sorry.” He whispered. “It’s fine, I’m just tired. I mean, aren’t we all?”

“Yeah…” It’s true, his fatigue from the party was finally settling in, zoning him out of average consciousness. He covered his mouth as he let out a simple yawn escape his lips. Another round of comfortable silence that didn’t stayed long sat in between the two. Leon rested his elbow on his window to get the fresh air of the midnight breeze as they passed along the bridge.

“Okay, fine… We had a bit of a fight, which is why, I am driving myself here.” Claire started, cutting the intense awkward silence. The bridge’s streetlights being reflected through the car’s sidemirror. “What about?” Leon threw his head backwards on the head rest and temporarily closed his eyes as they stung from the cold air. “Nothing much, really.” His brows furrowed and his blonde eyelashes fluttered along his eyes as he stared at Claire. Her face was looking straight to the road, but Leon can definitely assume that her expression was full of dread. “Do you really think I’d believe that ‘nothing really’ nonsense?” He rolled his eyes.

“I know you, Claire. You’re not the person to pick fights with people for no real reason. Especially for those who you’ve cared for. So, tell me, honestly, what happened?” He for sure had no idea as to why he was so intrigued on their fight, but he was here, acting like a damn therapist. For a moment, Claire’s ocean eyes met his sky-tinted ones. And in that stolen moment of time, he felt a connection. It was unfamiliar but felt like he’d known it for ages. The tension forming in their quick, shared glance was strange but delicate. It was as if it could be easily shattered into a million broken rhymes, but at the same time, can withstand the massive hurricanes of the strongest seas. It was foreign but comforting.

Then, Claire seemed to snap back as she immediately looked back the road. “I… well, he never liked me fighting against Bioterrorism even before. So, I think you can easily guess what he’d think of this project.” The car suddenly took a turn towards the pavement beside the railings, the rushing wind through their faces immediately coming to a halt. Her hands dropped down to the door’s locks as she hurriedly exited the vehicle and ran to face the river. Concerned for her sudden actions, Leon followed her trail. When Leon caught up to her, he also rested his arms on the metal railings, watching the waves from below gently crashing to each other. But his gaze wasn’t all too focused on the scenery when his main concern came back to him, Claire.

Leon subtly looked over his right shoulder as his height slightly towered over her. She looked exhausted and she was fidgeting. Leon thought of many different ways to respond, to comfort her, but none came into his mind. The silence was the only thing he could give her.

“I—I tried so hard to understand him. He was a victim of bioterrorism, maybe—maybe he just doesn’t want me to get hurt, right? So, instead of fighting on the frontlines, like you guys are, I decided to just follow the path of healers. I thought that, it would at least give him a piece of mind that I’m not directly facing danger.” Her voice was quivering. “Sure, I might need to face some patients who are contagious, but I can take care of myself. I’m not some 9-year-old-kid who doesn’t know how to wipe her own snot.” A bitter smile was sewed onto her lips. “It’s just that, I don’t see me in any other way, and I want to help those who I can help. The guilt that was planted deep in me back in that god damn city, I wanted to get rid of that. This, this is the only way I can repay those who died in that night, those who I killed for my own safety.”

She paused, and a small drop of diamond fell into her glass, fair hands. She was crying. Warm tears were running down her cheeks and was glimmering like the waters beneath the two broken souls. That same sob he heard from hours ago, it made its presence known again. And it felt like thousand cuts were carved into Leon’s heart whenever those tears and whimpers came out of her. It was even worse when she turned to face him, her mascara was faintly running down and staining her rosy cheeks. She looked so tired; her eyes said it all. She looked like someone who had hit rock bottom and was begging for her salvation. It was never his intention to assume things, but right now, all he can deduce is that she needs him.

“Tell me, Leon. Was all I did a mistake? Were all my judgements wrong? Was I supposed to just sit there and watch while people die? Was I supposed to just let them face their doomsday without making an effort to free them from all this shit? All those people— those KIDS I saw die because of some fucked up pharmacy…” Her voice was cut off when Leon pulled her into a tight hug. She cried, her voice wailed, her eyes bawled, streaming tears of sorrows.

He gently brushed her hair while her tears moistened his shirt, leaving darker shades of blue. He didn’t know how or what was he supposed to say, but he knew that all he can do is comfort her, one way or another. He closed his eyes as he felt his breathing synced with hers. The luminescence of the moon illuminated the shadows of two tangled individuals, million stars being a witness to this enchanting event. The pleasant howling of the night served as a lullaby that rocked both of them in peace.

After a few minutes, Leon pulled back from the hug to lower his knees, two pairs of azure blue orbs meeting one another. As he gently placed his palms to feel the warmth of her dampened cheeks and softly wiped the tears away with his thumb. “Claire, you’re not at fault here. What you did was all what the world needed. Sure, nobody makes no mistakes, but it’s something that shapes you for who you are. Without those mistakes, there will not, and never will be a Claire that I know of. A Claire that is tough and strong like the Redfield she is. The Claire, Sherry and I met all those years ago. The Claire that is making huge great plans for the better of the world. And the Claire I’ve always loved.” He bit his tongue when he realized the last words he just let slipped, but it did not really matter, because for now, what’s important is her.

“So please, don’t blame yourself. None of us wanted that disaster to happen, but it paved way for us and our friends to meet. Sure, many downsides are going to make us slip and fall, but there’s always a hope in that darkness, right?” He smiled delicately when her frown was replaced with a bright smile. The smile that he had always loved. A smile so bright it was almost comparable to the stars of the heavenly skies. It was followed by her sobs altered into tender chuckles as Claire wiped her tears with her own fingers.

“Didn’t know you were into some philosophical shit. Where’d you read it, Shakespeare?” She jabbed at him with her elbow as she regained her lost composure. “There’s the Claire that I know, someone who punches and jabs at you sneakily.” He rubbed at the part where she attacked and laughed at himself. “But hey, Shakespeare doesn’t write like that! He’s more of a ‘thus thy bowed to though’ kinda guy.” He followed Claire back into the vehicle, but of course, getting ahead of her so he can get the driver’s seat.

“Hey! You’re intoxicated, so it means, Mr. blond man, you can’t drive.” She scolded playfully and waited for his reaction. “And your eyes are puffy and blurry. Besides, I’m not black out drunk and I know it’s against the law but who cares. There’s no police in the view, right?” Flashing a smirk, he teased her by pulling the seatbelt smugly as she entered the passenger’s seat with a pout. She stretched her index finger and pointed it at him accusingly, “Here’s one, who is currently dogshit at his job.” He applauded after buckling himself and leaned towards her. “I still do my job, if that’s what you’re saying.” The engine roared to life when the keys were twisted in place. “Whatever, supercop.”

Another wave of silence hit them once they started on the road. But to aid this, Claire had to press a few buttons to open the radio on. A ballad/alternative pop song was currently playing. “Woah hey, ain’t this the new released album this year? I love this album.” Leon mumbled, imitating a high school girl voice to even more infuriate the woman beside him, who just rolled her eyes and relaxed her back on the seat. “Well, yeah. I like the vibe of it.” Claire whispered underneath her breathe as she closed her eyes, removing her tie and letting her hair loose and fall gracefully onto her shoulders.

Feeling the upcoming winter wind from the opened convertible hit her face and roughly swept her hair. Strands of faintly tinted red, brunette locks danced with the wind. Leon’s eyes were on the road but was constantly being pulled towards her. Who’d blame him, honestly? She looked majestic. The intricate lights and shadows played through her face with every post they passed through. Her long eyelashes fluttering when she opened her eyes, unfolding her sapphire irises. He was lost in this dazzling haze.

It was like before, but it was different. Two days ago, he was captivated into a dance with death. He was in a poisonous stupor, one that bites his neck when he’s far gone from reality. One that is a snake’s venom holding him hostage within his own nightmares. Within his own demons. That woman dressed in lethal red.

But this was so fresh and special. It was the kind where he could willingfully be lost in for years, and never want to wake up. The kind where it feels like a fever dream. The kind where it’s like the brush of relief on a person who’d hit their lowest. The kind where it’s delightful and fascinating in the midst of the dark sky. The kind where her grip on him wasn’t ghostly, but a mesmerizing one.

And he was all too sure that he’d never let this chance go away.

“So, since your boyfriend isn’t home, wanna get drunk?” What came out of his mouth didn’t immediately process in his head and took a few moments for him to puzzle out what he just blurted out. Wait, are you serious? Why did I say that? Are you fucking crazy, Leon?! Yeah, am I CRAZY? What the hell was I thinking?! He internally battled his mind.

Noticing her eyes widen in shock, he excused himself. “Nothing serious, just trying to forget about our problems like we did before. Ehe he he…” He pettily scratched the back of his head, trying his hardest not to cover his face from the embarrassment swelling up in his throat. “Yeah, sure.” Her voice was sweet as honey. When she replied, he felt a cold and refreshing relief wash over him, but was immediately erased when Claire laughed at him.

Deciding that the nearest place to rest was Leon’s, they headed there for the night. He did say that he had a mini bar of drinks in his own apartment, and if ever they were drunk and couldn’t drive home, she was free to have a sleep over.

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Leon’s mini bar beside the living room had many choices of liquors. Standing behind the counter with his hands busy wiping off a wine glass with a silk cloth, Leon faced the woman sitting at one of the island’s black stool and leaned in. “So, what would Ms. Redfield want to drink?” His words rolled off his tongue with a smoothness even he was internally surprised.

Her fingers ran through the smooth marble counter, but her eyes were fixed on him even when his back was facing her. “Depends, which would you suggest, sir? Since you seem so professional about alcohol drinks.” She playfully joked but unknowingly threw him in a state of pure embarrassment. He gulped; he knew that his cheeks might be full on flushed pink right now so he faced back the liquor cabinet. “W—well then, how about a glass of wine? Here’s a refined treasure I got, made from ’71.” He held the precious bottle with most gentleness and flashed a smirk. “Alright, if you say it’s good then I’m trusting you.” She flipped her hair to her back as she patiently waited for the glass of drink.

The plum-coloured liquid drifted elegantly on the cool toned glass as it slowly stained its walls red. Claire took a small sniff, taking in the aroma of the wine and feel it run through her system. Taking a small sip from the glass, she felt the sweet kick of it on her throat. With a satisfied tastebud, she downed it in one go. Another one done, and another, and another. “One more glass, please.” She pushed the glass a little towards Leon, who was still finishing his third glass. “Woah, really wanting to get drunk, are we? This is your seventh glass.”

“Hey, if you’re going to talk to me about getting drunk, try to remember who invited me here in the first place.” She pouted and extended her arms to rest her head on her forearms. “Yeah, I know. But swallowing that much wine in less than 15 minutes? I salute. I mean, no wonder Chris had THAT much alcohol tolerance. It runs in your genes, doesn’t it?” He was babbling while pouring her glass another shot. To be perfectly honest, with the champagne from earlier and his wine shots right now, drowsiness had started to take a toll in him. He didn’t even know whether what he’s talking about made sense, but it felt just right to say random things.

“Hey Leon, how do you do it?” Claire broke the silence, her fingers twirling the neckline of the glass when Leon handed it to her. “Do what?” He replied as he took a sip of his own drink. “How do you keep it all together? I’ve heard that you’re sent with all kinds of missions, all that fucked up stuff, yeah? But how do you still look good?” She swallowed, but this time, it was just half of the glass before she placed it down on the counter and looked up at him.

“You mean how do I still look ‘composed’? I actually don’t have it all ‘composed’ and you know it. Why even ask me about it?” He scoffed. “No… What I mean is, you’re… look good…” Her mumbling was almost unintelligible because of her head facing the desk and her arm covering her mouth. But it still didn’t filter most of her words. His heart was pounding, it was rampaging, he felt like it wanted to escape from its cage from the sheer magnitude. “Whatever…” She mumbled again, her hand above her head in a dismissive motion.

He placed his hand beside where her head laid which made her look up to meet his eyes. Her gaze was shallow, her eyes almost droopy but never leaving his. “Claire, you’re drunk. But please, don’t say these things. You need to sleep.” His eyes were shut as he pulled back almost immediately after speaking.

“Yeah, I’m drunk, but it doesn’t mean I’m not aware of my surroundings.” Her tone was hard to read, and the same goes with her eyes. Leon turned around to see her standing up, both hands leaning on the edge of the counter to close the gap between them. “Claire please, I’m—” Her head tilted slightly to her right as her puppy eyes produced a bewildered expression. “What’s wrong?” Alcohol in her breath was ever noticeable. “Claire, if you don’t stop looking at me like that, I’m afraid I might melt. I’m quite the ice cream type, y’know.” He joked, but deep inside he knew.

Oh, Claire. If only you knew. If you keep on staring at me like I was a something to be cherished, I’m afraid I might not be able to suppress these forbidden feelings. And I’m too afraid of losing myself and do things I know I shouldn’t do.

She chuckled at the joke, but did the opposite of what he wished she did. She leaned in even closer, their noses almost touching tips while she closely examined his face. Her brows were furrowed and were meeting each other, her ocean eyes were travelling his face while her rosy cheeks from before, were now even more flushed. Whether it was from the alcohol or their position from now, he didn’t know.

All he knew was at that moment, something deep inside of him snapped. Something he kept hidden under so many layers of ice-cold walls and hatred somehow broke through all of that and showed itself. When their lips met, something so delicate melted all those barriers he bravely thought would keep him away from the rest of the world. It was like the feeling of falling through an endless ecstasy. Like floating through Cloud 9.

But he snapped back to reality when the bitingly harsh truth seemingly slapped him mercilessly. This isn’t right, this—no, we can’t do this. He silently prayed his thoughts weren’t as loud as his heart was. He hoped that Claire couldn’t hear his dreams, wishes, that she couldn’t hear all of it.

“Sorry—I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I—” He scrambled through his mind to find the right words to say as he pulled back turned around, releasing his grip on her shoulder that he never noticed sneaking up. Her eyes softened as she kept staring at him. Curse that stare, why do you always not listen to me? Please, just— look away. I can’t afford to sin any more than I have.

She didn’t say anything. Which for him, was neither a blessing or a curse. He didn’t want to hear her say harsh things that’ll hurt him, even though he knew what he did was wrong and he was at fault. But he also didn’t like the deafening silence embracing them. He wanted to say something to somehow rip apart the tension, but he just couldn’t think of any acceptable words to say. His heart throwing a fit like a child inside his chest was the only thing he can hear.

That was when he felt her delicate hands brush up his arms. She was standing so close behind him he could hear her breath on the exposed skin of his neck. He imagined what she looked like behind him, was she looking up at him? With those undoubtedly dangerous eyes? The finest line of patience he had spent most of his dignity to hold onto, it snapped. All of his self-control was dissolved and at once, muddled onto the vast waters of lust. He pulled her closer to him, leaving no space for both to possibly escape. The tension was growing like a rapid wildfire, raging and burning both of them in the scene.

He finally got a good look on her, and he was mesmerized. She had her eyes closed, but somehow, he can feel her growing impatient the same way that he was. She had a strong scent of wine that felt like candy on his system. Her lips were luscious and inviting, while her cheeks were brushed with a colourful tint of red. He kissed her again, linking both souls in a heavenly manner. Both intoxicated bodies danced intricately as to find the relief they both were looking for. They were all over the place, from the counter in a minute, and to the bedroom in a quick moment. Quickly ridding themselves from the layers covering each other. And all felt euphoric, a bliss of ecstasy he felt stayed with him throughout the night.

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The warm rays of sunlight barged in through the clear glass pane of Leon’s balcony and gently highlighted his dirty blond hair resting on his face. He slowly fluttered his eyelids open, blinking a few times to readjust his vision to his surroundings. He looked around the white bedsheets and grey wool blankets, his gaze stumbling upon a person resting quietly beside him.

A contented smile crept up his slightly brown lips as he slowly processed who was in his bed. Claire was still under her peaceful slumber, her chest rising and falling in a steady pace. She was resting on her right arm, making her face Leon and revealing her serene face all for him to take into view.

He wanted to watch her sleep all day, it made him feel at ease. As if her in peace was making him feel safe and sound. But he knew that time is running and isn’t stopping any minute. So, he got himself together, of course, with his outmost patience to keep himself from touching her soft face. He tried his hardest to get up without ruffling the sheets too much that it might possibly disturb her. Before going out of the room, he took one last look at the sleeping beauty in his bed and decided that it’ll be time for breakfast.

Beer, water… beer… he’s doomed. He’s always lived with delivery foods and fast-food chains, which also means that he never cooks breakfast. He also searched inside his food cabinets and found nothing except for a pack of flour. “I’m guessing grocery store would be my first stop?” He asked himself while scratching the back of his head.

“Didn’t know you were a morning person.” A sleepy voice from behind the island distracted him. Claire was wearing his large white t-shirt and was rubbing her eyes. Her auburn hair was in a messy bun but each strand looked perfectly in place. “Oh, hey there. Slept well?” he asked, brushing his hair to ready himself for his small trip. She chuckled and sat at one of the black chairs. “Yeah, you?” Her smile was wide and her eyes were still puffy. “I would be in my bottle if it wasn’t a good night.” He let out a chuckle.

“You going somewhere?” She asked, her eyes staring at him from the other side of the counter. “I need to buy groceries for food, and well, breakfast. I was hoping you wouldn’t wake up almost immediately.” He hissed and shyly dropped his look to his feet. “Then let’s make hashbrowns, pancakes…” He looked at her amusingly as she touched her chin with her index finger. “Ooh! I was thinking if we will buy the ingredients, why don’t we just make a full Texan style breakfast!”

“You really did adapt that Texan lifestyle, didn’t you?” He said as she started readying herself. “What can I say, I’m really good at adapting to certain environments. And I got along with my kind neighbours really well so it wasn’t really that much of a hassle.” She playfully flicked the strands of hair on her shoulders.

Walking through the long alley of vegetables, Leon couldn’t really think of anything to buy except for the basics he always bought before. Eggs, bananas, and water. But Claire on the other hand was switching from picking fruits, to vegetables, breads, and even desserts at one point. When she was done, her cart, and I mean her own cart since Leon didn’t want to bring some because he didn’t need them, was full to the brim. Thankfully, one of the self-check counters were free and they had to occupy it before anyone else did. It took them at least 10 minutes just paying for all the stuff they bought.

The journey didn’t take them long but since they also woke up late, they’ve decided to just settle for a brunch that’ll fill both of them.

Tapping two eggs on the counter a few times and as gentle as possible, he was able to pour it into a heated and greased pan, frying sunny side up eggs. Another bowl was placed on the counter and 2 raw eggs were added. A few salts and condiments, now it was time for the flour. Well, he could’ve just reached for the scissor, but it was on the other side of the kitchen so his being the lazy man that he is, he decided to open it using brute force, causing a ruckus. His hair and grey checkered pyjamas were covered in flour. He clicked his tongue a few times and shook the white powder off his head.

She gathered her hair into a messy bun on top of her head and helped with the mixing and proportions. After a few minutes of preparing the mixture and frying the foods, it was finally done. Two plates on the dinner table each had a sunny-side up egg, two pancakes stacked on top of each other and lathered with maple syrup. A few hashbrowns and berries were also used to decorate the plates. The heat creating a faint smoke oozing on top of the pancake.

Claire took a bite and munched on it. Leon watched as she rested her elbows on the table and closed her eyes, a playful smile was seen as she let out a few satisfied sounds. “Hmm, this actually tastes so good! Do you have a talent for cooking?” She asked as he took a bite of his own pancake.

“You saw me mess up badly in the kitchen earlier, you tell me.” He nodded in agreement when he tasted the food, she wasn’t lying. It tasked sweet and creamy; it was soft but tough enough to be chewed. “But who knows? Maybe you have a talent for cooking. Although you are really clumsy.” She raised her coffee mug and took a sip, careful enough to not burn her cheeks and tongue. “Ouch, I can hear you, y’know.” They both shared a good laughter. After making small talks over the breakfast and finishing their plates, they both stood up from the table and Claire placed the plates on the dishwasher.

Leon went over to the shower to rinse off. He didn’t have anywhere to go today, but he felt good so he decided a morning bath would be nice. The warm droplets of water glistened against his pale skin as he lathered his blond hair with a thick glob of shampoo. Bubbles forming around and running down his shoulders. Streams of water travel down the curves of his toned muscles. As the water slowly washed down the foam from his hair, he scoffed.

He couldn’t believe it. What happened last night felt like a dream, like some kind of episode from a blockbuster movie. He became a fling of someone he never knew he wanted. He didn’t expect for these events to occur, but who knows, maybe deep inside he actually did. He felt relieved for the first time in a long while. It all felt surreal, the picturesque scene from the night before played right before his eyes like a montage from a movie.

Sure, he’s had women on the bed a handful times before. He’s quite the good-looking person, after all. But none of them were serious. It was all for a ‘one-night relief’ as one might say. But this was different. He and Claire had a history with each other. Being each other’s help for survival in that nightmare of a city. And then becoming temporary parents for Sherry, eventually leading to them having something in between that no other can feel. But was cut short due to his own misguided view of the world, that woman.

Here you are again, Kennedy. Falling easily to shallow temptation. Claire is happy with her relationship, this was all just a slight mistake, we should all just forget about it.

Goosebumps started forming on his ragged pale skin as he realised that he was standing in the shower for a little too long. Using his now clean hands, he reached for the towel that was hanging from the shower’s door, he dried his body and wrapped the cloth around his torso. The cold temperature from the living room sent shivers down his spine and he hurried to go inside his room.

Claire was sitting on the edge of the bed, her back facing Leon. He couldn't see her face but he smiled. "Hey, what'ya doin'?" He asked as he went straight for his mini closet. Picking up a grey tank top and shortly changing into them. "Nothing, I just remembered I needed to do something today." She pulled her hair into a cluster and tied it using the thin black tie resting on her wrist.

She turned to face him and flashed a smile that warmed his heart. "You're going now? Let me drive you?" He offered, but was immediately turned down with her waving hand. "No need. I have to meet up with my co-worker, planning on the project." She chuckled and took a few steps out the room. Quickly ridding himself of the towel and changing into a worn-out jean, he followed her to the main door. "At least let me walk you out the building." He playfully pleaded. "Sure then."

He watched as Claire waved goodbye and started walking down the street. This day felt light and happy for Leon. Ironic to say that merely a few days ago, he almost died with his own negligence. But here he was, humming along the television music, a warm cup of freshly brewed coffee in one hand. The steam hit his face and he smiled.

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Everything was hazy. The world was spinning. But one thing’s for sure, Leon wasn’t inside his room. The violent vibration of his seat and a light eerie humming of the train lights adds to the uneasiness he feels.

Suddenly, a hand touched Leon’s thigh. His eyes, out of focus, darted to whoever it was interfering his personal space. The person was wearing something red. The person was smiling at him.

He smiles too, letting his guard down. Which was a fatal mistake on his part.

The figure suddenly grew in size, the bloody dress smearing its body and everything beside it. A menacing, wide ugly grin in its face. Its eye sockets were filled with empty void of darkness, but somehow, it’s staring deep into Leon’s soul.

As he began to panic, he tried to back away as quickly as he could.

Ring. The vibrations from before turned into violent shaking, Leon felt like the whole train is rolling upside down.

Ring. He ran as fast as he could. Looking back, the monster was just inches away from him. “Fuck, how is it this fast?!” He screamed as a boost of adrenaline soared through his veins.

Ring. “When does this end?” He’s been running for what felt like days, months, even eternity. But no matter how fast he ran, the monster still has that wide grin, lazily plastered on its face.

RING, RING, RING.

He woke up.

His chest was heaving and drops of sweat are running like a waterfall down his neck. Looking around, he started to calm down as he realized that, he was back in his own room. No more train, no more monster, no nothing.

Except for the ringing, it was a call from Hunnigan.

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November 12, 2014

The winds blew cold breeze. Her auburn hair being swept by the breath of nature as Claire’s heeled boots clacked down the cobblestone street. Once she arrived at the waiting shed, she rested her body beside the metal lamppost, light crackling under broad daylight.

She shoved both her hands on the pockets of her trusted red leather jacket, her toes tapping the ground impatiently. She tried her best to shrug off the uneasy feeling over her shoulders, clearing her mind from impending thoughts that’ll surely keep her awake later.

Honk, honk.

The sound of the taxi pulled her back to where she supposedly was. The taxi cab already had its doors open for her to enter, and she didn’t hesitate on getting in. The warm temperature inside the vehicle comforted her in some way. Droplets of dew formed on the foggy windows of the car, it being the result of the dark clouds casting a shadow over the city. Soon enough along the ride, droplets of rain started pouring.

The moment she stepped back inside the hotel room, her mind broke down. Never mind her soaking wet clothes from her running inside the hotel, she hurried to the bathroom.

For a few moments, her mind was blank. But then everything came crashing back to her.

What happened the other day. The event. And most importantly, last night.

Oh no.

Oh my god.

“Shit.” Was all she could mutter. Her breathing was quick and she was well aware that she was on a one-way trip to a meltdown. She tried her best to calm her nerves down, taking deep and long breathes. The sound of clattering was heard as she accidentally tumbled down the hair products before the sink.

What she did was wrong. She knew that, of course. Although short lived, she still grew up with good parenting from her parents. She and her brother were taught how to be a good kid, a good adult, a good person overall.

Why?

Why did she do that?

What the hell did she just do?

She knew she was sad. She knew she wanted to be wasted last night. But to sleep with other men? Seriously? How could she stoop that low? She wanted to find answers, what, how, why. But the deafening silence of the room echoed inside her head were the only answers.

No, it’s fine, it’s just a mistake, a silly little mistake. It’s nothing to worry about, of course.

Her brain tried its best to console her raging conscience.

He doesn’t have to know. He won’t know. It’s alright, everything will be alright.

The sink water rushed like waterfall as she pulled herself together. She carelessly washed her face and prepared to nap away all of her problems the apartment doorbell rang.

Taking careful steps to the door, she was greeted by a warm bear hug from her brother towering her. She was surprised and taken aback for a split second, that was until she heard small chuckles. Behind the huge man was Jill, and their two kids.

“Oh my God, you guys! You didn’t tell me you were coming. I could’ve at least prepared some meals.” Said Claire, voice coarse as she tapped Chris on the back a few times to loosen the hug. “No, it’s alright, we’ve already eaten breakfast.” Jill replies as they were making themselves comfortable on the living room’s couch

“So… what brings your family here?” Claire asked Chris as she prepared some instant coffee for the adults and two glasses of milk. “Oh well, Jill and I decided to have a family outing. And it’s actually her idea to invite you while you’re still in town, y’know?” Said Chris as he rubbed his temples with his fingers, the lingering headache from his hangover still evident.

“So, you just forgot about me that your wife had to remind you that you have a little sister?” Claire placed her arm on her hip and her weight on the other leg as she playfully teased him. “Oh whatever. As if you’re still little.” He rolled his eyes. “Oh and, where’s Steve? We can invite him too. Oh wait- that reminds me, when are you both gonna tie the knot? It’s been what- 5-6 years?”

She froze. A nervous chuckle coming out her mouth. “Ahaha ha ha, well it’s only been 8 years. It’s not too late, right? Besides, you and Jill also married each other when you’re already reaching grey hairs, dude.” Chris shrugged. “Whatever you say, I guess. So, are you going, or not?”

“I don’t know. Ask your child.” She looked at Ethan who was already staring at them both with a pout in his mouth. Chris rolled his eyes and went to pick Ethan up. “You really like your Aunt Claire, do you?” They both chuckled.

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The amusement park had less people than what they had expected, but it was for the best. It must be because of the dark clouds forming in the skies. Chris wanted to convince the kid that they’ll just go to the mall, but he’s a bit weak when it comes to his little buddy’s requests.

Hence, here they are. A park near a coffee shop, just in case it rains, said Jill. The rusty metal seesaw caused the ear scratching sound. “Look, aunt Claire! A rainbow!” Ethan tugged slightly the hem of her shirt.

As she looked up, a thin rainbow framing the sky along with clouds and the sunshine peeking a little. She smiled and patted the little boy’s head as he ran back and played the with the seesaw. As her feet started to get tired from standing while watching over the kids, she decided that a nearby swing would be a better place to rest.

Her cold hands inside her maroon coat, she swayed back and forth mildly. Observing her surroundings. She watched Ethan get chased by a newly-learned walker, Mia, and their dog Rose.

She also saw Chris and Jill inside the café, ordering food for the bunch. They talked and talked as they waited in line for their turn. Jill laughed a hearty smile, slapping Chris over the shoulder for what seems like a dad joke that he made, as usual. Claire scoffed.

After a few minutes, the couple got their take outs and exited the shop. As soon as the kids saw them, they ran to them. Claire almost stood up, trying to be there if either Mia or Ethan stumbles, thankfully though, they didn’t.

She saw how Jill warmly hugged Mia and Rose. While Chris held the coffee and foods on one hand, and Ethan on the other, as if the boy did not weigh even a feather to him. It was such a sweet sight. Her heart smiled at the scene.

But at the same time, it also clenched at the next thought she had. Oh, how delightful would it be if it were her and Leon, with their kids. Just having a cozy out in a park, buying bread and-

Wait. Did I just think of Leon? No, no way. It’s not possible. I definitely thought of Steve. Of course, of course I did think of Steve… right?

She briefly turned around to slap both cheeks, a measle attempt to pull herself together. “Claire! Let’s eat!” Jill waved from the distance. “Coming!!!” She waved back, a faked smile on her face.

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A tired family of five and Claire are currently resting inside their car as it’s on its way to drive them home. The kids and the dog are already snoozing away into their dreams. Claire was also close to dozing off when she noticed Chris and Jill in the driver and shotgun holding hands.

She rolled her eyes with an audible disgusted scoff. “Jeez, man. Why do you guys have to shove your ‘oh so happy´ relationship in my face? Have some respect!” She joked as they all shared a laugh.

“Why? Aren’t you and Steve also flirting in front of us wayyy before we’ve been together? Consider this as payback!” Jill grinned, quite obviously proud with her joke. “Got ups and downs… never mind. Are we there yet?” Claire impatiently asked. “Yup, almost there.” Chris responded, followed by a tired yawn.

The night street last sped past the car window as once again, Claire was swallowed up whole by her unyielding thoughts. Though this time, they might have added jealousy through the list of what she’ll have for her dreams tonight.

Jealousy of how sweet having a child really is. Just having a nice family break, hanging out with them. Seeing their little smiles as they laugh out a cheeky grin.

Jealousy of how sweet having someone always by your side. Having each other’s back through thick and thin, highs and lows, and health and death.

Jealousy no, the fear that her own life will never be like that.

She never lived a normal life, like most people. It was always sickness or death. Always fighting corrupt people, or mindless unalive monsters.

The only time she felt normal was with him. With Steve. She thought that, maybe because they had the same trauma before, maybe they would be much comfortable with each other compared to anyone in this whole wide world.

She felt so warm with him. Felt so loved. He felt like home.

But the guilt resting in her gut says she might’ve done something to burn that house down to the ground. And she’s scared, how can she protect what she and Steve once had?