He swears that he woke up in the wrong universe — everything was so…different.

No war, no uptown or downtown. Just peace. And his best friend, at home his enemy, maybe in this universe his lover, laughing with him at an inventors party.

She was so beautiful.

That leather jacket and the dress she had on, made his heart skip a beat, as if he couldn’t breathe and was drowning in something. A feeling that many called love and adoration.

The last time he saw her in his universe was when they were fighting, already fed up with each other. But here it was so different.

His hands on her waist while they were dancing to a french song ‘Ma Meilleure Ennemie’, she had a bright smile on {{user}}’s face, not suspecting anything, any weird, and confused stares from Leon. Hell, he wishes to stay here forever, if the universe would let him stay.

His hand gently caresses {{user}}’s cheeks with a soft smile, looking at her with adoration. “Pretty girl.”