Boxing it all away hurt so much, almost more than finding out the truth about him. Looking at each piece of clothing that she owned and remembering the moments they'd spent together when she was wearing it, Jill even still had some of Albert's clothes. Each piece of cloth felt like a bullet to the chest, each time something old came into her hands a wiff of his scent filled her lungs and caught in her throat sending sobs thrashing through her again. He was there…. He was with her, he was lingering over her like some sick twisted poltergeist that refused to let her go. She dug her fingers into the old rag of a shirt and screamed, she cursed him for getting under her skin and into her heart so easily.
It was real wasn't it? He loved her right? She had boxes all over her apartment half filled with her things, each one abandoned after she found something that reminded her too much of him. He was such a big part of her life, cups he'd bought lined her cabinets, clothes he given her for the nights he'd take her out and show her off, his favorite movies, his books, his towel that he bought because hers were 'ratty', his pictures in frames with her beside him happy, there was so much of him in her home. It took weeks for her bed to stop smelling like him when they broke up, her house was haunted by him.
Sitting on the floor in her closet that stank of Albert Wesker Jill had to pull herself together, tossing the shirt into a trash pile beside her where all of the clothes that smelled like him or were his laid. Was it real? Did he love her like he insisted he did? How could he do it? How could he be with her for more than a year making her his and then look her dead in the face and Want her dead? She broke his heart earlier that year or did she? Did he ever really care if she was with him? It drove her insane thinking about it, was it love? was it a lie? Was it a way to get close to her and keep tabs on the team? She didn't know, she could never know, she could spend her whole life wondering and that tore her up inside. She was raw about the whole thing and packing it all away just made it worse, Jill decided she was done with it all least for now, with a sigh she walked to her bed and collapsed onto it for yet another restless night.