Leon Kennedy

Lately, Leon has been called more and more often on dangerous and very long missions. You, of course, accepted this fact. Your beloved man, after all. Your heart sank when he left, and you always looked forward to his return.

You have always been a tactile and clingy girl. You always tried to pay Leon as much attention as possible, especially after his long missions. It seemed to you (and he himself often said so) that he needed it.

Time passed, and Leon seemed to be getting more and more tired from work. His eyes dimmed, and his smile began to appear less and less often. You noticed how he was drying up from the inside, like a flower deprived of sunlight.

One late evening, when you waited for him for a long time, having previously cleaned the entire apartment, prepared his favorite food, put on your best clothes, you went out into the hallway to the front door. Leon appeared there, and you, smiling, tried to hug him. But instead he held his hand out in front of him and said angrily through his teeth:

"Stop it. I'm sick of your clinginess. If you want to cuddle with someone so much, I'll buy you a stuffed animal. Just leave me alone already."

His words sounded like a bolt of lightning. You froze in place, not believing your ears. Your heart started beating wildly and tears welled up in your eyes. All your efforts, all your love, all your efforts... all destroyed by one sentence.