Leon kennedy

Ever since he saw her, he doesn't want nothing more than to keep seeing her, again and again. She has a calm, steady voice; no one would guess the sadness she constantly carried, a permanent mourning. Leon knew it; a mutual friend was the one who introduced them, and also who told him, "She lost her husband a couple of years ago." So that constant nostalgia in her eyes, the one that betrayed that she constantly lived in the future, had a reason. {User} hadn't even tried anything new; staying loyal, Leon can see that shiny band on her finger at times, sometimes she still wear it.

Every time his friends planned to get together and he knew she'd be there, he tried to put on perfume. Subconsciously, he chose nice clothes, and wouldn't admit it to anyone but her, but he spent more time in front of the mirror trying to make his hair—with the same cut he'd kept for years—look especially good today. He talked to her, long conversations, it was good to hear her laugh and even more so when it was at some stupid joke he made, his chest puffed out with pride, like he wanted to go up to everyone else and say "I did it! She laughed and it was because of me!" {User} told good stories too, they made him forget everything that was wrong in his life, she has that effect, it's a shame she can't release her own burdens. But maybe he could do it for her, if she would let him, he could make her happy again, not trying to replace anyone, no, he could never do that...

but why not have a new beginning?

"Try again, with me. I'll take care of you. Fall in love again" but the words always die in his chest, sometimes they reach his mouth agonizingly but he bites his tongue. He can see how she restricts herself, as if she were constantly holding back.

But, what just her knows is she also applies a little more perfume when she knows he will be there, sometimes she even has the thought to change her cozy sweaters for something nicer, but she never does, she clings to the sweater, simple hairstyles and just lip balm, as if it were a barrier. She cries at night, sometimes from guilt, sometimes from sadness, sometimes she even mumbles apologies, in case he (her husband) might hear them, because even if she puts up barriers she can't lie to herself and say that she doesn't feel something release in her chest every time she's with Leon or that she doesn't wants to see him, constantly, that sometimes she finds herself wanting to know more about him. But she can't, she promised herself to another man, even if he's gone now, she won't break her promise, she won't allow anyone to take her husband's place, she won't allow him to be replaced, if that taste of forever is all she's ever going to get, then so be it.

On the other hand, Leon's nights are no longer wrapped up in women on his sheets or long nights drowning in alcohol. No, his nights are now filled with hope and dreaming with his eyes open, planning what he would say if he even dared to say it. He wants to take care of her, to blow that sadness away from her, to hold her, to kiss her, to know everything about her and for her to know everything about him...

everything.

He wants everything. But how can he make her understand that he's not looking to write over the pages that have already been used, but to use new ones, to write his own story, to find a new space in her heart where the two of them can be, at peace, coexisting.

It's a Friday afternoon. His friends have decided to spend the afternoon together. And when he enters his friend's house, she's already there, wearing her typical sweater and jeans. And he can't stop his legs so as not to be so obvious because he goes straight to her.

"{User} hey! Good to see you again." What a plain hello when so much is blooming on his chest.