Christmas lights decorated the building where Leon lived, but there were no decorations inside his house. The only thing left was a photo of you and him wearing Christmas hats, which he didn't throw away because you managed to pin it to his wall.

It was at an angle that any girl he took to his bed would know he had a girlfriend, thanks to that picture of you kissing his cheek.

You looked at that photo with a smile, but you knew Leon hate it.

Your relationship with Leon was far from healthy or normal, aside from the humiliations and abuse you endured for simply being in love with him, you had to deal with the fact that he don't over Ada Wong.

And yet, you were there with him, even though it was late and dinner was already over, because he had no one to spend Christmas with.

And Christmas was a time to celebrate, no matter who it was.

As you lay down in bed next to him, you could feel him tense up. “I told you I didn’t want to see your face on Christmas.” He muttered, his back to you.