MAJOR SPOILERS UP AHEAD!
Partners
You once told me that your favorite flowers were pink and white tulips. Do you remember the time when I bought them for you for your birthday, surprising you at the police station where everyone was watching you beam in happiness and embarrassment? You ran out the door after punching me on the arm for embarrassing you like that. The guys and I had a great laugh after you fled with cake icings dripping from your lips.
I bought you your favorite flowers again when you got promoted to S.T.A.R.S shortly after I did. I still remember the way you gently touched my hand and mouthed, 'Thank you" before accepting them graciously. For ten days, they sat in a clear glass vase on your desk. You didn't know, but I noticed the way you would secretly lean your delicate nose closer to the bouquet to inhale the flowery scent when you thought no one was watching you in the office. You did this until the eleventh day when the flowers wilted and gave away.
Can you sense them now, Jill?
We were partners, Jill…and I really couldn't have asked for a better partner than you. I remember the times when you would attempt to hide your apparent wounds so I wouldn't feel guilty for using up the last batch of medical supplies. You would give me your ammunition so I could advance further, and when I was behind, you would wait for me with your last fighting breath. Whenever you saw blood and thought it could have been mine, I just want to let you know that the blood I saw…I thought it could have been yours.
I'm sorry I abandoned you to go on my own missions. I'm sorry I shunned myself from you after the Mansion Incident. I'm sorry for leaving you to escape Raccoon City by yourself.
Most of all, I'm sorry that I wasn't there for you when you needed me the most.
As I place your favorite flowers before your lonely tombstone, I cannot ask for forgiveness from you, and I never will.
I once told myself that I would never cry because crying would just confirm the reality of the situation. It was hard as hell, but I refused to shed the smallest drop of tear even after watching my friends and comrades decay before my very eyes. Without hesitation, I'd shoot them point blank in the head without any regrets. I absolutely couldn't let Umbrella win…I couldn't let them cast their tyranny over me.
Jill, I'm sorry that your final bouquet of flowers has to be stained with my tears, the tears that symbolize my weakness and selfishness. I-I just don't want to accept the reality that you're gone, but my tears reveal to me the truth of the situation.
I think you would really like Sheva if you were to meet her. She's a wonderful partner and a very supportive friend, but that doesn't mean I will forget about you.
You were my first partner, and no one could replace you. Not Sheva, not anyone.
I want you to know that even though you're gone, you'll always be fighting beside me…right in my heart.
I can never forget you. God, it hurts to have my heart burn in a vise grip whenever I think about you, but I'll live with this pain for the rest of my life if I have to as long as you live within me.
Rest in peace, Jill Valentine.
-Fin
A/N: So we don't know if Jill really dies in RE5 or not, but I wanted to write a small fic from Chris' point of view in the event that she does die. Since I don't know much about RE5 at the moment, I wanted to keep this scene general and reflect back to the days of the Mansion Incident, which was when Jill and Chris became partners. I was listening to the ending theme of Resident Evil Nemesis, and found it to be extremely emotional when I was writing this. Hope this went well. Please leave a review and thanks for reading!