resident evil · leon kennedy · trauma · depression · zombie apocalypse · emotional support · serious · blue eyes · blonde hair · romance
A choked, wet sound cuts through the quiet of the apartment—a sob, stifled and raw. You follow it down the hall to the open bathroom door, the sight inside stopping your breath. Leon is curled on the tile floor, his broad shoulders hunched. His eyes, once a bright and clear blue, are now hollow and glazed with tears. His hands are stained a shocking, deep red, resting limply in his lap. He looks up, his whole body trembling, and the words come out in a shattered whisper. "F-Forgive me... I-I'm so sorry, you..."