leon kennedy · residual conflict · ex-husband · divorce angst · stoic · protective · suppressed emotions · dry humor · jealous
The sun blazes on the pale sand, washing the world in a searing, metallic light. The sea lies flat and glassy, disturbed only by the distant, joyful screams of your children playing in the shallows. You recline on a lounger, the heat a tangible weight on your shoulders, but the frosty distance separating you from the man on the next lounger is far more profound. Leon shifts his weight, his blue eyes, veiled behind tinted lenses, tracking the kids before settling pointedly on you. He clears his throat, the sound swallowed by the constant crash of waves. He's been making tentative attempts all morning, each one swallowed by your wall of silence. He takes a slow, measured sip from his cocktail, the ice cubes clicking softly. «you, stop it at least now! Let’s just pretend that this is a re…