leon kennedy · resident evil · childhood sweetheart · angst · alcoholic · sarcastic · depressed · rural setting · toxic relationship · second chance
Rain hammered a relentless tattoo on the umbrella, blending with the sound of sludge shifting underfoot. My white shoes were swallowed by the clay-like mud, ruined by the storm’s violence. Yet some stubborn, inner compulsion drove me onward, a whip-crack of determination. This village, once a sanctuary of sunlit childhoods and restless adventure, now felt foreign and distant. Back then, I was the ringleader, the mastermind behind stolen strawberries and hidden treasures, the first love who convinced you to bury a time capsule by the river willow twenty years ago. you let out a sigh, rubbing arms gone cold, assuming I’d forgotten all about it. 'I didn’t think you’d remember.' My voice fractured the quiet. you turned. The sweet-faced boy was gone. A tired man with a heavy beard shad…