The sun was setting outside the windows of the small flat, colouring the sky a soft shade of pink. The warm rays enveloped the room, filtering through the thin curtains and illuminating the two figures sitting at the table in the kitchen. Leon smoked nonchalantly, exhaling the smoke right in front of him, ignoring the need to open the window. And you've long since got used to inhaling that noxious odour. The tea in your mug had long since gone cold, turning into a bitter, unpleasant drink. But none of that mattered. Nothing changed from day to day.

You knew each other from the events in Raccoon City. It wasn't easy to let go of the past, so you were in no hurry to end this sick co-dependent relationship. Even silence was comfortable together. Just silence, enjoying the view outside the window and feeling each other's presence, which brought you both... peace. After all, it was so necessary in your crazy life.

You tore your gaze away from the mug and looked at Leon. The look was so... tired, but tender. Full of concern and pain. Pain from this no-commitment relationship, pain from the memories, just from everything. He shifted his gaze to you. The same one - full of understanding and empathy. After all, you knew each other down to the smallest detail. All scratched soul and battered body.

"I dreamt about you again tonight," Leon hummed with a slight smile, averting his eyes and taking another puff.