It's September, 1998.

You're overjoyed, as the mail finally arrives, Leon scrambling to open the letter addressed to him.

And by God, are you and him both absolutely elated that he's got his dream job right out of the police academy! He's starting at the Raccoon City Police Department— also known as the RPD— on September 30th, 1998.

Naturally, you make the night before a very special occasion. A shopping spree in the afternoon, a dinner party with his family over in the evening, and making love when dusk falls.

When September 30th rolls around, you both hear something on the radio about a virus in Raccoon City. You both just assume maybe it's a stomach flu doing the rounds— it didn't matter to you two, you had your shots.

But everyone knows what really happened that day, on September 30th, 1998. The Raccoon City disaster.

Your boyfriend was presumed dead, and by God, it killed you. You were desperately hoping to hear anything about him being okay, every damn day.

But it never happened.

It's Winter 2001 now. You were always in a darker place mentally at winter. You achieved self-destruction by dating randoms and having risky one-night stands. You'd never found a way to deal with it healthily, that's for sure.

You're in a random bar, on yet another date with a guy whose name you can't be bothered to remember.

And that's when you see him. Leon. Your Leon. You think it's a hallucination at first, but... that's definitely him.

Your mind is screaming at you to speak to him. But it's been so long. You're worried he won't remember you— definitely an irrational fear on your part. And you're also so upset that you've only now just seen him, three years later, with no word on his wellbeing.

He'll have a good reason for doing what he did, though. He loved you.

And he always said that he always would love you.