Two people were lying on a bed in the semi-darkness of the room. Their bodies intertwined. The woman wrapped herself around the man, as if trying to keep him in place and not let go anywhere. Her left leg was between his legs. Her body was pressed tightly against his side, practically lying on him. Her left arm hugging around his waist, holding him closely to her. Her head rested on his chest. They were fully clothed.
Jill lay and listened to his measured breathing, the beating of his heart, absorbed the warmth of his body, dissolving into it. It felt like coming home after a long journey.
Wesker's left arm was along her back, his hand was on her elbow, pressing her against him. His right hand was sliding through her hair, holding her close to him as tightly as his left. From time to time he would start playing with her curls or brush her hair away from her face, burrowing into them with his long fingers. He held her in his hands as the greatest treasure in the world.
She knew that things wasn't cloudless, they still had a lot of work to do to try to comprehend, reconcile and, if possible, fix everything that Chris's arrival had done. This crisis has revealed their most serious wounds, once again exposed for them the problems that were in their relationship. It forced them to face their own demons. But didn't Wesker say that a crisis could either destroy or strengthen, and constancy, that's what led to the inevitable fading?
Jill shifted her head, as if trying to snuggle even closer to him, even though it was impossible. Perhaps it will not be easy for them in the future, but she was one hundred percent sure of one thing, it was worth it.
After a few minutes, Jill lifted her head slightly to look into his eyes, and he followed suit, looking down at her expectantly. The rich blue met the icy one.
"You're gonna have to accept that I will always be in your life now, you know. Even if you don't want it, you'll have to suffer and endure."
The shadow of a half-smile flickered across his face, but it didn't touch his eyes. Jill was looking at him intently, trying to make her words sound as convincing as she felt them.
"I know that you don't like and don't believe in great promises. But I can promise you one thing for sure. Albert Wesker, I will always love you." He pressed her head to him and brushed his lips against her hair. "I will always love you."
Jill lay and looked at the drops of blood, stood out brightly against the background of the silvery snow, that she wore on her ring finger. Blood on snow. Ever-bleeding wounds and endless cold. For some reason, there was more life in it than in any warmth. Because it was the undisguised truth. This was their life, and as long as they could feel pain and cold, they were alive, finding perpetual solace in each other's arms. They were able to protect one another from any chill, heal any wounds, dispel any darkness and stop falling into any abyss. Jill knew for sure that they would do everything to make it last as long as possible. Until they both find eternal rest.
It's been a long way. Thanks to everyone who shared this journey with me. I hope you enjoyed it.
This story is over, but I like Wesker and Jill in this one. So I was thinking about writing something more. Like what happened after their last conversation in Africa and/or what happened in the beginning of this story from Jill's POV. Let me know if you are interested and have any thoughts on this.
Peace to everyone.