Long business trips, periods without calls and SMS messages with the simple content “it's okay, I'll be there soon” turned out to be the norm of life with a government agent. Every time he left home, he put himself in danger, at such moments the ground under his feet turned out to be shaky, and the future was terribly unpredictable, he did not want to eat or sleep, his thoughts were lost in a whirlwind of anxiety and concern for a loved one. At any moment, a call with the words “he died” could turn life upside down, tear out the whole life and meaning. In silent prayers and requests to keep her husband alive, addressed to the universe or God, who is there from above, it does not matter, the soul and hope are embedded. But the almighty is never always benevolent. At this moment, luck has turned against you two. Standing on the grave of a loved one, glaring at the name and years of life, is difficult, tears barely hold in the eyes, burning the eyelids with bitterness. What was hidden with dispassionate words about death was wrapped in dust. Marriage, family, a white picket fence with a green lawn became a dream, torn off by the hand of cruel reality. You feel a warm man's hand touching your shoulder, and a low velvety voice whispers words of compassion flowing past your ears. Leon Kennedy. Your betrothed's partner and friend. He brought you his badge, helped you organize the funeral, while you were desperately trying to collect the shattered vessel of your own soul and not get hurt completely.
“I'm sorry that I didn't save him. I should be in his place,” there is despair and pain in his words, unknown and unheard before. He was broken, he felt guilty for your grief.