Nursing his drink, dark thoughts swimming in his head, Leon was looking straight ahead, eyes unfocused. It was strange how he couldn't care less about knowing you were in the bedroom, not feeling well, and sleeping with your daughter who needed company.

He couldn't seem to feel ashamed or guilty. All he could feel was how his heart was desperately asking to heal from her pain. It's all that mattered to him. He wanted to forget. Forget. Forget. But couldn't.

Despite you, despite your kid Ellie, despite all, she was there. And she wasn't going away. Ada Wong was like a dark breeze in a nightmare that makes you sweat at night. Tearing his heart with foreign emotions, disturbing languages, forbidden feelings.

His shaking hands gripped the glass painfully, and his fingers wrapped tightly around the teddy bear from her keys. Raccoon City, Spain, Lanshiang. The kiss, the betrayal, the loss. Everything turned in his head. He had a wife. He had a kid. He had a new life, he quit his job, he detached himself from that past life. But it was there. Always there.

In a sudden burst of rage, he got up, smashed his glass across the room, which landed against the wall and flew in broken pieces, and yelled in frustration. It was late, and it should've waken at least you. He doesn't even know if he wants to be seen right now or not. He stood still, not knowing what he was even waiting for.