Authors Note: Yes, this is yet ANOTHER one-shot from me; at least it's my first ChrisxJill one. Writing this made me really sad, but I hope you guys still like it. Rated T only because I wasn't sure whether this would fit under K+ or T.
Disclaimer: Anything you instantly recognize doesn't belong to me, it belongs to Capcom. All I own is this story.
As the small snowflakes gently fell down from the grey tinted sky, Chris allowed a heavy sigh to escape his lips as he stared down at the one thing he had come to despise more then the company that had ruined his life and plenty of others'; he even came to hate it more then his own nemesis who was once someone he trusted and admired.
What lay in front of him was a plain slab of stone that contained only two words, but it was those two words that were what truly upset the man. Jill Valentine; that is what this lifeless piece of marble displayed.
A stray snowflake fell on Chris's already numbing face; the cold touch of it reminding him of the mission the shared together back in Russia. If things were different, Chris knew he would have smiled a little. It was their last mission that officially brought down Umbrella, which made it all the more special; though any mission with Jill was always important to him.
Once her name crossed over his mind, the frown upon Chris's solemn face grew slightly deeper. Never had he imagined that he would loose the one person besides Claire that meant more then life itself to him. Jill wasn't just his partner, she was his best friend, and though he had never told her, his one and only love.
It took almost 8 years just for Chris to muster up enough courage to tell Jill how much he really cared about her, he even thought about revealing the truth right after their last mission…Only their last mission together is what brought him here in the first place.
Flashbacks from the dreaded night danced through Chris's mind: the large, halberd swinging monsters; the old mansion that was all too familiar; meeting up with Wesker; and then Jill, tackling said man through a window, sacrificing her life to save Chris's.
If he had known Jill was going to do something so reckless, then somehow Chris would have found a way to have it be him that was dead, and not her.
Without his partner, Chris wasn't quite sure how to move on with life. Each day seemed to blur together, nothing significant happened since the day Jill was buried. It was hard enough to convince himself to get out of bed in the morning, wishing nothing more then to just go back to sleep where at least in his dreams he could still be with the woman he loved.
That is why Chris is now standing by the gravesite of his best friend, in the cold, winter evening. Reaching into his pocket, cool metal contrasted with the warmth of his gloved hand; the old STARS issue Samurai Edge handgun was now resting within his large palm. The gun was among one of the few things of Jill's that Chris refused to throw away.
Lifting the weapon towards his heart, Chris took a quick glance around to make sure no one was near by. Verifying that he was all alone, he pushed the safety down on the gun.
In a whisper almost so quiet it was barely audible, Chris spoke, "I'm sorry Claire, but I can't keep living on without Jill. It's just too hard." As he was saying this, Chris could feel small beads of moisture building up in his eyes.
Moments passed before a loud boom echoed through the empty graveyard, fading out to nothing but silence. The snow continued to fall gently, building up on the ground below as there was no longer any movement to interfere.