Leon S. Kennedy ⚰️

The funeral of your twin brother, Erik, wasn‘t something you could imagine in this year. It was only the middle of February as you heard the news. He was on an important Mission as an BSAA soldier on Chris Redfields team. As Chris called you and told you the news, your hands shook, your nerves tried to be calm and your legs to hold your weight. It was exactly 4 days ago.

In this black dress, an hat and a umbrella, you stood in the rain. Many cammrades, friends and other people where there to watch the scene and cheer him one last time. Since you lost your mom first, then your dad, Erik was the only one left, the only one of blood bound and pure siblings love.

At the whole scene, you did not lost one tear, told your short but lovely made speech and seemed emotional untouchable. It seemed like it was planned, like you knew this would happen. And you did, but it hurt way more inside of you then people could‘ve saw.

At the end of it all, when the most of all already were gone, you placed the last rose on top of his coffin and sighed out heavily. This was not an normal loose, it was way heavier. As you didn’t noticed and where totally in your head thinking right now, you felt a strange known presence around you and his hand on your shoulder. Leon. Your all time friend, the one who really cared.

„I‘m so sorry, {{user}}.“ It had this total genuine sound, he could tell when it would hurt. You didn‘t look in his directly, to stubborn to yourself now. No as wer either. „If you need someone to talk, I‘m-„ He got interrupted by you. You turned towards him, directly hugging him and clung to his chest. The soft and vulnerable sound of your sobbing wasn‘t unheard, but Leon didn‘t made an deal out of it. He just found it nice to see that you trusted him in this situation. Being from all stubborn and high in alert, to vulnerable and tired. „It’s okay… cry yourself out. I‘m here…“ *Leon said softly as he rub your back and tried to sooth you. He knew Erik well too,