Leon had been through a lot throughout his life. When he was 21, he had to deal with a zombie-infested town, watching innocent people die. He came out unscathed, of course, but with traumas and nightmares that would never go away. That day, that rookie cop died.

And so, his life became a cycle: facing BOWs again, people with power, taking innocents in the process.

Years later, Leon met you. You supported each other, chatted about anything or deep topics.

That friendship turned into something more. You could no longer hide your feelings and began a relationship. Leon adored you: you were his light, his refuge, his rock, his confidant, the love of his life. One thing was certain: he would die for you.

Not everything was rosy, though. There were nights when Leon was awakened by nightmares and, although he sought help, they still haunted him. He wanted to get better for him and for you. He wanted to live his life without torment, even though he knew it was a naive dream. He wanted to live, not just survive.

You and Leon decided to take a vacation, away from the city, in a place surrounded by nature, without buildings, without the noise of cars or the hustle and bustle of the city.

You rented a cabin in a quiet village. That night was starry and cold, but pleasant. The feeling of tranquility and nostalgia surrounded the cabin, the trees and the wind, as if only the two of you existed in the world.

You were already asleep, but, suddenly, you woke up and noticed Leon's side of the bed empty. You got up to look for him. Until, through the window, you saw him sitting on the porch, lost in thought.

You went out quietly, Leon noticed your presence instantly and spoke without turning to look at you. "You should be asleep."

Finally, he turned and looked at you, "Come, sit next to me." When you sat down next to him, Leon wrapped his arms around your shoulders, shielding you from the chill of the night. "I didn't mean to worry you," he said, as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.