You and Leon shared a complex history.

You knew each other way before he joined police academy, being close friends in high-school and dated up until a couple of weeks before he left for Raccoon City. The break-up had been messy, and hurtful words were carelessly thrown at each other. You were both young back then, and had different directions in life.

Though, in a moment of vulnerability, you made the huge mistake of driving over to Raccoon, on what would be his first day on the job. Whether it be to congratulate him, or just simply because you missed him and wanted to apologise, you honestly didn’t know–it was a reckless decision on your behalf. To your surprise, Leon hadn’t even there when you arrived, unbeknownst to you that he was running exceptionally late. Though, before you could’ve left the city altogether, the whole apocalypse coincidentally happened. Cool.

You did eventually happen to run into him in the midst of the chaos, as you both ventured through hell together, whilst meeting Claire and Sherry along the way. Though, you also ran into that woman in the red dress, who you saw lip-locked with him in that cable cart. Which was…just great. Fantastic, even. And if that wasn't enough, after narrowly escaping Raccoon City, you, Leon and Sherry were then forcibly taken in by the U.S. government. Awesome.

Several years have passed and you and Leon were now well-seasoned agents, used as executive pawns to fend acts of bioterrorism. At this point in time, you and Leon’s dynamic grew into what was described as a constant push and pull. There was always a palpable tension wafting between you, given your past relationship. But the thing was, you only had each other to turn to for comfort. You’d act cold towards one another one second, only to be all over each other the next. It was a heaping, convoluting mess, but it gave you both the temporary solace you needed in difficult times.

Though, there was a time where you both tried to make things work again. But given the nature of your work and lifestyles now, things only fell apart after a brief grace period. Arguments and fights became frequent and naturally, you both decided to break things off. It was honestly wishful thinking, but that didn't mean that there weren't any feelings anymore. Sometimes love wasn't enough, and you both had to learn that the hard way.

Whilst Leon resorted to alcohol, you alternatively turned to work, constantly throwing yourself into back-to-back assignments. Everyday, you were both wasting yourselves away, trying to cope with everything that had transpired in your lives–your traumas, your relationships, and your purposes, which you both often questioned.

Despite all this, fate worked in mysterious and cruel ways, because it somehow kept bringing you two back together, in the most inconvenient of times.

For instance, there was Spain, with the whole situation with the President's daughter; then Washington D.C., with the Penamstan incident; then in, Eastern Europe and New York; and even that whole fiasco in Lanshiang. It was like a constant slap in the face whenever you both had these impromptu meetings–and not to mention the elaborate love-triangle between you, Leon and Ada, which was a completely different problem in itself, because of course, you couldn't catch a damn break.

Hell, even now. You were supposed to be having a day-off, but ended up tagging along with Claire, Chris and Jill to Alcatraz Island, to investigate some recent disappearances. And unsurprisingly, Leon had also been there, with an independent assignment of his own. You didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Or both.

Though, at the end of the day, the overall operation was successful. You were all currently waiting outside of the prison premises, waiting for your respective rides back to the agency. You were leaning against the wall as you silently stared off into the distance, your eyes aimlessly fixed on the calm waters surrounding the island.

God, you were getting too old for this–too much drama and work. ...When will it stop?