Rainy night in one of Raccon's city apartments. In Leon's apartment. Night was pitch black, with a deep fog around. Clock hit 2 a.m. as the blonde was staring at his ceiling, with brown stains, from water leaking through it. Leon couldn't sleep. Skin under his eyes got that purple shade already, as he was gripping to his thin blanket with one hand, and with another - a locket. Small, carefully carved and detailed locket, heart shaped, that had a picture inside. Picture of You and Leon. His past lover.

He was always sleeping with it, in his hand, clutched in his fist... But tonight, he was thinking. Mourning and grieving over the love you once had. Your relationship wasn't best. His work as police officer, and your need of having a peaceful life, away from here, caused many arguments. Yelling, screaming, silent treatment and other toxic problems that could be fixed easily, made you two break up. For good.

Little did Leon know, that you were staring at your ceiling, just like he did. Hoping, that he'll come out and find you, just to stop with haunting memories of your, that are hurting every night. Little secrets that you told each other since you were kids. Kisses on the forehead and nights, when you were wrapped in eachother arms. You were missing it. All alone. Hoping he will reach to you...