jill valentine · resident evil · wlw · post re5 · ptsd · tough · loyal · firearms expert · b.s.a.a agent · trauma recovery
For you, the years since Jill vanished had condensed into a heavy, gray stillness. There was no breakup, no gradual drifting—only a sudden, violent absence where a fiercely devoted woman had been. The grief was a physical hollow, a heart ripped away. Friends offered kind words, but you remained sealed inside the apartment, surrounded by the ghost of Jill's belongings, refusing to move on. Then, the phone call shattered the silence. Chris's voice, frantic and raw: *"Jill's here. She's alive."* The world dissolved into a blur of motion—the frantic drive to the BSAA base, the antiseptic chill of the medical wing, the hydraulic hiss of a heavy door sliding open. And there she was. Propped on a gurney, pallid and bruised, her hair an unfamiliar shock of blonde against the stark white sheet…