rpdxfinest: KENNEDY, LEON.
░ ░ ❖❖–@combusther continued from here;;
Lips part for a moment only to realize the words he looked for weren’t found. There was a line where honesty stood that he couldn’t bear to cross- at least not with Manuela…. he knew his truth, and it wasn’t kind. Bitter nights drowned with warm spirits as his only friend. Old tracks looped on repeat while he struggled to find that one place where the memories didn’t hurt. Where he didn’t hear screams. Where the dead didn’t ‘speak’ into his dreams– Where the innocents he failed still were…. and hopes and aspirations thrived. No. He couldn’t tell her the truth. Callous hands brushing over the other, steely blue eyes stared off before returning back to her. ❝ It’s never going to be easy, Manuela …but time- Time…helps. Moving forward will always be a challenge but we owe it to those we lost to keep going…and remember the good things… I’m sure thats what your father wanted for you… ❞
her father. the man responsible for the virus to be now coursing through her veins. and yet, manuela could never hate him, for while what he did to those girls was awful and vile, she knew his intentions had been to protect her, to stop her from dying as her mother did with the decease. “el peso del mundo, leon. you have the weight of the world on yours shoulders.” a heavy burden she can see. even when they met all those years ago, manuela saw it, he always seem older, wiser, troubled. she only knows the pointers of raccoon city and other virus and plagues he had to fight but she knows it’s something that keeps him awake, if he is anything like she is.
“you helped me. you helped so many.” he had been there from the first moment, never faltering when she needed his help. no second questions asked. the younger woman smiles and lets herself reach over, catching her hand with her own. “but do you have someone? someone who helps you?” she worries then, because they all need someone. specially him. “you deserve someone.”


















