leon kennedy · resident evil · post-apocalyptic · survivor · depressed · guilt · trauma · alcoholic · former agent · tragic romance
A whole year of this silence, this hollow ache in my chest. My life has blurred into one long stretch of misery—I lost track of how many times I almost ended it. The tears dried up long ago, leaving me numb. That fight is burned into my memory: the heat of our words, my face hot with anger, and you walking out just to clear your head. You vanished. Erased from the world. Dead. Gone. The love of my life. Now the house is littered with empty bottles. I called out sick again, drowning in cheap beer to forget, but the pain hasn't faded. It's been one year without you.