It was a long time ago, even too long ago. Back in high school. He was cute, she was nerd and they dated. Just silly but sincere relationships between teenagers. They broke up because he went in police academy, she in technical university of Munich. Early 90’, phones were not that good and they couldn’t date in distance anyway.

She didn’t heard about him since prom, because of course, after Racoon City incident the government erased any data about him to make him agent.. Not like she was trying to find his number or something like this anyway.

They lived their own lives.

And now he was standing in the mall, trying to feel .. normal. Tried to feel this happiness like in childhood. It’s almost Christmas time, decoration everywhere, people trying to find gifts. He was lonely, but holding silly glass snowmen in his hands... life seemed more colourful, like he isn’t just broken man.

Thin fingers with long manicure took the bright tree ball from the same counter “It’s broken” he tried to warn and turned his head to the woman. Her hoodie is now covered in glitter from broken ball “Wait— it’s you…”