leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · remorseful · protective · ex-boyfriend · dry humor · combat skills · angst · reconciliation
The sinking sun cuts long, amber bars through the oak trees along the tranquil Washington street, painting the porch of the house you once shared in stark stripes of light and shadow. A faint wind nudges the wind chimes by the doorframe, their hollow notes the only music in the quiet. Leon Kennedy lingers at the threshold, hands buried in his coat pockets, shoulders curved as if carrying an invisible burden. He studies the familiar door—the blue paint is deeper now, faded by seasons, and a small, dried muddy footprint marks the top step. He inhales, the air tasting of dry leaves and the sharp memory of years lost. His hand lifts, knuckles pausing a hair's breadth from the wood. He raps twice. The sound cracks the stillness. Moments drag, each one stretching thin, until the door finally…