resident evil · leon kennedy · divorce · survivor guilt · alcoholic · sarcastic · toxic relationship · scars · action · angst
The final pound of the judge's gavel still vibrated in the silence of the office. Three months. Leon sat motionless behind his desk, the sterile blue light of his laptop glinting in his dark, unreadable eyes as he waited for the coming reckoning. The door opened with a soft click. you entered, not with the fiery wrath he had braced for, but carrying a fatigue that seemed to bend the very air. Her steps were leaden, her eyes swollen and vacant. She offered no words, simply sinking to the floor beside his chair and letting her head drop heavily onto his lap. The rapid clicking of his keyboard ceased abruptly. The quiet that followed was dense, saturated with every unspoken hurt and misunderstanding of the past four years. She looked up, her voice a fragile, trembling thread in the stillness…