I wish I wouldn’t meet you Leon Kennedy X Reader
Chapter I. "You have to let it go"
She watched in the distance with a beautiful navy blue dress that Claire had chosen, she looked stunning and everyone said it, but the only opinion she cared about was the boy who was flirting with the lady dressed in red, the lady who no matter how many years they spent, she would always remain stuck in the thoughts of that man since that day in 1998, and even though her heart was being broken into pieces and she felt pain within herself, she could not blame either of them because she, She was amazing in every way, she was strong, intelligent and beautiful, everything that someone like Leon had gone through so many atrocities needed.
With a small glass in her hands I contemplate her reflection in the liquor with a bitter smile, since she could not show a sincere no matter how hard she tried, she felt shattered and even though she had always been someone capable of hiding her feelings under the mask she had built years ago thanks to the things he had lived and the profession she had chosen.
“ Are you okay? ” Valentine's voice took her out of hers thoughts and constantly look at the cup that lay in his already empty hands.
The answer was a simple nod, with the cup still in her delicate fingers.
Valentine looked up in search of Redfield who was chatting with his sister, but on the way she realized the cause of the sadness of her comrade and put her hand on (y/n) back, seeing the environment Claire approached with Chris, Both worried about the situation and without understanding why the state of mind of the girl dressed in blue, Jill made them an ademan with the head to let them see and seeing how Kennedy looked at the mysterious lady in red understood the picture.
Chris being as impulsive as he always turned with intent to ask Leon to stop, however, the depressed girl holding his big arm with intent to stop him, the elder Redfield watched her and relaxed his body nodding at the silent plea not to intervene.
Our protagonist felt pathetic and guilty, guilty because thanks to she, her partners were not enjoying the party they deserved for their hard work fighting against the evil of this world
“ I need to sleep, I think I'll go home ”She Sentence putting all her efforts to smile.
“ Do you want me to take you? ” Chris asked, to which the girl gently shook her head.
“ Enjoy the party for me.”
And without waiting for more, she started the way to the exit with her head down and keeping her hands in the pockets of her coat once she had collected this.
Once in the taxi she stared out the window as the clouds covered the moon, forecasting a storm that would fall at any time and go that she didn’t like storms, the sound of thunder scared her bringing back bad memories of a past she would like erase once and for all, the windows of the taxi were filled with drops of water thanks to the rain and once it reached its destination under the vehicle after having paid the corresponding to the driver.
She did not despair or run to enter the building, on the contrary, she walked nonchalantly while finally letting out a few tears of frustration, anger and impotence against herself, her mind reminded her how pathetic it was whenever she could while climbing the elevator which was terrifyingly silent that time compared to the others, it did not matter that later Mrs. Rellington was complaining to her about wetting the whole aisle, she did not mind wetting the sofa or ruining the dress, she only cared about putting on her pajamas and enter your secure place under the blankets in the cozy warmth of her bed.
It was there and only there that she could release the knot she had on her chest, the knot that prevented her from crying and letting go, that knot was already broken and she was crying hard hugging a pillow against her chest, since it was weak or felt so, although in front of everyone, it showed a strong and strong facet to give confidence, nobody could see under the veil, that only wanted to escape and hide, to cry like a girl who misses her parents, because she did it and what they needed.
Well, nobody, until the Agent Kennedy showed up.
He seemed to understand it, he understood the fact that she had put, and it was her strength when she most needed it because he certainly was like that, he also put a facet in himself to protect himself and what mattered to him.
At first, just know each other were like dogs and cats, they could not get along in any way despite being so similar, but in a mission, everything changed and became the closest friends that anyone had seen.
And little by little she began to develop feelings for him.
Hugged the pillow tightly, as in a desperate attempt to hold on to something, be a hope, but she was clear, that hope was nonexistent, Leon would never look at her with the same eyes with which he looked at Ada, never would dedicate a look excited and full of love, always give the same look with which you look at your sister or friend.
She began to mutter things like a mantra, she repeated them over and over again.
“ You just have to let it go, you just have to let it go. ” Those words were more for herself than for any other person, everyone told her, and she wanted to record herself so that her brain would carry out the order and erase any feeling she had towards Leon Kennedy.
But the brain cannot simply give orders to the heart.
It was so that as a last option, gathering all the faith she could have, she asked the heavens with pain in her chest to anyone who would listen to her, an angel or God himself who had a bit of pity and ripped her heart out or Last option, they would never have let her meet Leon Scott Kennedy.
And the heaven, certainly hear her plea.