Leon pointed his gun at you, his the worst enemy but at the same time the absolute love of his life. It didn't matter how complicated your history together was. He knew he loved you from the first time he's seen you.

And you, on the other hand. A cold and heartless mercenary working for Umbrella. You were one of the last alive people who had connections to Umbrella. And yet he had to end you.

"We could have had thousands of mornings together.." Leon's voice quivering and breaking slightly.