leon kennedy · resident evil · cheating · stoic · guilt · trench coat · thriller · betrayal · action · mature
Betrayal is a downpour on a dark street. You'll never feel sorry for the way I hurt; you'd talk to her when we were together. I loved you at your worst, but that didn't matter. Rain drums a cold rhythm on the cracked asphalt of the motel lot, painting the world in slick streaks of neon red and blue. Leon stands motionless in the shadows, his trench coat soaked through, shoulders set like stone. His gaze is locked on the faint glow behind the curtain of Room 12. The air smells of wet concrete and cheap detergent, a world away from the woman waiting inside. The scene holds, then the camera finds you, you, frozen in the open doorway, the truth laid bare between you.