Hello guys! This is the third version and last chapter for this story, when Leon is showed as Claire's husband. I hope you enjoyed my work.


A well-built blonde good-looking man, at his forties, was standing in front of a grave in a cloudy and cold day. It was drizzling, but it seemed that a storm was coming. He was wearing a leather jacket, as usual, so he wouldn't have problems with the rain…like he cared about it.

The cemetery was empty. The man was alone in front of the just done grave. The raindrops started wetting his hair, kept in the same style he had for the last twenty years or more. The difference is that now it was uncut and he had stubble on his face. He didn't care about anything now. His life had just been buried right there, in front of him.

Here lies Claire Madeline Redfield, 1979-2018, mother and rescuer. In loving memory of her family and friends.

Leon's eyes were washed by more salty tears. Every time he remembered her stunning smile, her kindness, the moments they spent together, he felt a pain in the heart that would never cede.

He had just buried the woman he loved, his wife, the woman who he had promised to stay with for the rest of their lives. And now her life had come to its end.

It was a Sunday morning when Leon and Chris were called to recognize the body. Both were so disturbed that it was hard to believe that when they left they weren't in state of shock. It had happened when a plane carrying some important people from TerraSave, including Claire, was attacked by terrorists. It fell not much far from Washington D.C. and no one survived.

When Leon saw the body, he burst into tears immediately. Claire's beautiful blue eyes were closed, never showing its bright colour again. Her body was intact; what killed her had been a punch in the head. All the other bodies had been harmed. Only Claire's was perfect.

'I love you so much Claire…why? Why? Why did you have to leave me, leave Chris, and Heather? Remember when we first met? In Raccoon? You survived that, how could you be killed by stupid terrorists?'

They just didn't accept that she was dead. Hell, why? Why? Why did she have to go?

Leon thought of all their moments. Their first meeting, when they met by the hand of destiny, the first kiss, their first night, the wedding, the honey moon, Heather's birth…

He looked at Chris. Inconsolable. Hurt. Lost. He would never be the same again.

The funeral had been very agonizing. Leon spent the whole time next to the coffin, but Chris couldn't do the same. He almost couldn't look at its direction. He wished he had never seen her dead body on the morgue and only had memories of her alive, her smile, being herself.

"Dad?" a soft voice came from beneath. Leon looked at its direction; he knew who was calling.

"Yes, Heather?"

"Can I see mom?"

Leon's face showed even more pain. "Yes, dear." and took his daughter on his lap. She was only four and her mom was already gone. Fate had been so cruel to her…

"Is she sleepin'?" Heather asked.

"Yes, sweetheart. She's sleeping."

Heather didn't say anything for a moment, she just kept looking at her mommy. Oh God, she is the spitting image of her mother, her father thought. Big blue eyes, the same hair colour. She was what Leon had from Claire now. His only reason to live.

"Daddy, she's an angel now."

Leon couldn't help but smile. She didn't have much notion of what she was saying but she was already so intelligent. At the same time it was a great thing, it was sad. Somehow she knew that she would never see her mom again. Maybe inside her unconscious, but she did know.

Leon kissed his child's cheek. He looked at Jill, like calling her to get Heather. It was already time.

The coffin was carried by Leon, Chris, Barry and three of her friends from TerraSave, Jeremy, Benjamin and Lancelott, while Aunt Jill took care of Heather.

Now there was nothing left except memories. The tombstone was totally wet and Leon's wife would rest in peace, far away from that world of madness that the Earth had become. Somehow Leon wanted to die with Claire, to meet her again, wherever she was.

"But I can't." he answered to his own thoughts. "I promised you that I would scrub this virus from the face of the Earth, didn't I?" he sighed. "I'll keep this promise until the end. I'll fight forever. I love you, Claire Redfield."


This is the end. I hope you enjoyed it, thank you very much for reading!