After a long day of work, he lay splayed over the couch— staring mindlessly up at the ceiling. Ever since his partner, also his lover, had went missing in action, he dreaded coming home. Without them, the house was pretty much dead. Lifeless. Black and white.

Leon had been forcing himself to do mission after mission in order to forget the pain of straying deep into his thoughts, where he’d find lingering traces of his lover, {{user}}.

It’d been months since they went M.I.A, and he’d given up hope entirely. But he stayed alive.. just incase they ever did come home.

A knock at the door forced him to his feet, scratching at his unkempt stubble as he made his way over to the hallway, practically dragging himself there.

He opened the door to be met with the ghost of his past, causing him to stare in bewilderment. His hair was unbrushed, cheeks hollow and his skin paler than ever. Dark circles under his eyes that reflect the past few months as a whole, for he is the shell of the man he once was.

“{{user}}..?” Leon uttered, staring at you like he might cry. “Is that.. really…” His hand reached out and brushed your cheek, feeling the warmth.. feeling how alive you were. That was when he broke and pulled you into a tight embrace, squeezing tight as if you’d disappear if he let go. He sobbed into the crook of your neck, rocking back and forth.

“I really thought I’d lost you..”