The characters from the game belong to Capcom. The OC's and story background belong to me.
Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

A/N: I'm not English native speaker, so you might find some typos or grammar mistakes, I do apologize for that.

"It is amazing how jealousy, that spends time making false assumptions, has little imagination when it comes to discovering the truth.

Nevertheless

It is impossible to express the disturbance jealousy causes to a heart in which love has not yet been declared.".

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Flashback

"Kat?" said the old man kneeling next to the unconscious woman in black who slowly regained her conscious

"Lionel?" she replied sitting up

"How are you feeling?"

"I am angry! That moron is playing with me!"

"Calm down. You know that isn't true. You're just jealous and I've kept telling you to watch out for that trait of yours"

"I cannot help it! You know how much I love motherhood and he told her my biggest pain! I do not know where I had my mind when I accepted this challenge before reincarnating! I will not make it as I am failing badly again!"

"You're a strong woman, you will make it. Remember the other clause for your achievement."

"It is so hard Lionel! You know the twins are my greatest remorse. When I finally got our children made of love…I let them down! They never forgave me, and I do not seem to be capable of forgiving myself either"

"They will forgive you, but you do know you need the forgiveness of others, remember?"

"I am not ready for that."

"Don't be so hard on yourself. I told you to let Katherine come"

"What does she know? How can she help me?"

"Listen to her. They're waiting at the house"

"They?"

The scenery suddenly changed and they seemed to be teleported to inside the Lake House.

Katarina looked around. Lionel had said "they" were there, but she only saw the woman in a white dress, Katherine, sitting on the couch staring her with a calm expression.

"Where are the others?" Katarina asked

"You still can't see them, but they are always around the land, but usually at the lake shore."

"Where you chose to die"

"I thought I had lost everything. That there was no meaning for me to be strong. I believed I couldn't make it without the love of my life as I thought I had lost 'them' as well… it hurts me to see what you have done to yourself –myself- and the others…you became the shadow of my bad choice. Suicide is never a good choice when we face eternity and realize the pain and suffering are not gone…and you're doing the same mistake I did…"

"What do you know Katherine? What do you know? While you were tasting the sweetness of spring season with Chris, I fought with storms! I was alone in the most difficult times of my life! No one was by my side!"

"You didn't have to be alone, you could have embraced your children. You could have walked along with them. But you, you chose wrong. You loved the poison of power and power poisoned you. That poison poisoned you and made your eyes blind. And you were left neither with your conscience, not your mercy nor your innocence"

"Innocence…" Katarina smirked

"Your real power, your armor, your weapon was this – you were the apple of your mother's eye! Your father's one and only, your sisters' soul, the people's hope! You were an almond tree, with fresh flowers that had seen no storm! A calm sea with no waves, and now? Now you are a tyrant. You became a murderer"

"No… I did not become one…I did not…"

"Yes you have. You have become a murderer of your own sister!"

"Shut up!"

"A murderer of your own sister!"

"SHUT UP!"

"I won't shut up! I have done it for a long time!"

"I knew it was a mistake listening to you!" Katarina said trying to walk away

"Upon Chris' last breath, you made him a promise. Is this how you took care of that which was entrusted to you?"

"I did not want it to turn out this way!"

"True, you only wanted to protect yourself. This was the only way – for you to become powerful. But that thing you call power, has ruined their lives…you killed innocent people!"

"Angelique wanted what was mine! She always wanted what was mine since she was Angeline! Christian died because of her! My children died because of her!"

That moment Katherine stared the woman in black with pitiful eyes. Centuries had passed and she still didn't know the truth, "You are so wrong…"

"Am I?"

"You so are…"

"My love died because of her. My twins died because of her…I died because of her! She took all I wanted and loved. She took life from me! My children were innocent too! I was angry and jealousy, I admit it…but she got what she deserved. I was keeping that anger for many years but what you postponed to do when you chose to die, I did it when I finally met her. My mistake was doing it after having my twins!"

"You really don't know it…"

"Do not know what?"

"The twins"

"What about them?"

Katherine looked at Lionel who was standing near the door. He could her mind and gave her a nod of permission to reveal the truth to that tormented soul. It was about time for her to deal with the consequences of her actions and hopefully put an end in that dark cycle so her regret could really be real.

"They didn't die…"

Katarina widened her eyes astonished, "You are lying!"

Out of sudden the Guardian of Fate appeared in the living room with a serious expression, "It's the truth. I myself saw them regaining life. I was your midwife, don't you recognize me?"

"You…"

"Don't be angry at me. I don't fear your fury. You chose to die when you chose to go after him instead of burying your children. If you had stayed a little longer, you would've had witnessed they regaining life."

"Christian and I were desperate and being chased. The four of us would be killed!"

"Only him would die protecting you. That was his life plan that time."

Katarina's eyes filled with water. Her rock was finally breaking"

"You knew you were still bleeding and needed to rest after a double labor, but your attachment to him made you choose wrong. Your attachment to him was stronger than the importance to bury your children if they had really died, but this is what you need to see. You have to learn to let go of him! Real love is not possession. It's not toxic. Nor deadly. Fortunately your sister Angeline regretted on time her mistake and went after you. She proved to be braver than you and raised the twins for you! She broke family ties for you! For the twins' safety. She embraced them with love and the wheel of life provided her all the resources for her to succeed raising your children! That's why you're so jealous of her. She can be better than you. Better for your children. Better for the man you say you love! But one thing darling you have to understand, love is not a competition. If you want to be better, be better than you were. Not better than others because if you continue that way, you'll find others way better than you. Humility is a sacred virtue, why don't you try that one? She does. Maybe that's why he prefers her than you…"

Katarina sat on the ground, humiliated. The awful truth hit her. She had too much to sink in.

"Okay ladies, that's enough. She already understood your message." Lionel said coming between them and kneeling next to Katarina who was perplexed. He took her into a warm embrace. She was motionless.

He looked up at his partner, "Dang, why are you always so harsh on people? Can't you be softer?"

"I tell them what they need to hear. How they deal with it is their issue. The softer part is you and before I leave, I want to say that I don't mean to mean, but sometimes people need to listen to harsh things so they can finally shake and change. But I hope you change for the better. I want you and all to succeed."

"That is the max of softness you'll get from her…" Lionel said jokingly

"Now ladies, you two should work together. There is nothing else separating you. You both know your body has returned and you got a new chance to be better. To love better. To love more. So be wise in your choices and reactions. No need to compete with one another"

Katarina's fortress was defeated.

End of Flashback

"Ghosts exist for a reason: So you do not make the same mistake twice.".

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Chris' Apartment

Eliza had left. The apartment was silent reminding him the old routine he lived for years, though he knew he wasn't alone. Kate was locked in her bedroom probably ruminating the consequences of their argument.

Despite the reason that ignited it was not a petty thing as it was a very sensitive topic for the brunette, her reaction seemed quite exaggerated as she only based it on wrong assumptions.

He knew it. He knew Angelina would never have the intention to hurt anyone – right?

Either ways the volcano exploded the first spit of magma and he felt he needed to do something to prevent further unnecessary drama.

He didn't want his girls to get hurt in a stupid fight.

Aware of Kate's position in the matter, he knew that it was best to let sleeping dogs lie.

Back to his bedroom he took his phone and opened the chat app and for his disappointment Angelina wasn't online. He reflected. He thought on how he would tell her that Kate didn't receive well her gift – as she seemed to have predicted.

"Hey Angie, how are you? I'm already home…I wish you were online…There's something I need to talk to you…about Kate…and your gift… She didn't take it so well as you know she can't have children and she misinterpreted that you were insulting her condition by reminding her inability to have children with the twins the couple was carrying. Is there any chance you mistook the paintings? Why did you draw exactly twins? And I don't know if she really meant it, but she said she wants to 'talk' to you, but I should tell you that she might want to argue with you because we already argued here…I'm sorry for that situation."

He clicked the enter button and sent the message.

Then he opened his social network, something he didn't do so often. He strolled down the timeline and only the most relevant posts shared by his friends showed up. A muscle of his cheek moved when he saw his picture along Kate and the caption "Not always we meet people that want the best for us. Not always we are believed. Not always the angels have wings. Not always we get to meet out guardian angels, but I was lucky and got all that in one person. This guy…PS: before anyone say crap, he's just my boss and has being the only one that believed in my potential to grow in my career"

He grinned as he kept staring their picture as he recalled the moments of that day at the festival. He recalled her contagious happiness. Her gypsy spirit so free dancing to the local music among the crowd. She who used to keep a well composed demeanor seemed to have become someone else that night. Someone that got his attention – even before the beer.

He recalled she was taking pictures to register that night just like a super excited tourist. They were still sober when they took that picture. The only picture they took together.

He clicked to enter the album and saw the other pictures she had taken. Bohma was certainly a beautiful medieval-like with modern touch place.

Then, overtaken by the curiosity, he clicked the other album that had pictures of her and selfies. She was a really photogenic girl, someone beautiful to look at. She loved the red color, and black. Both colors suited her skin color, actually any color suited her.

He was mesmerized when he saw an old picture of her wearing a green Brazilian style bikini and the caption: "I love green too"

That was the only picture she had really exposed more herself. She looked younger, but she already had the right curves. Curves he enjoyed for a while that fatidic night he struggled to not remember.

He didn't want to forget their moment of flames when he learned she was not only an expert in keeping his office and paper work nailed, she was also an expert using her hands and mouth. He so recalled how amazingly lost he felt when he disappeared into her throat. Not all women had that proficiency to devour the all of him.

He wanted to forget the bad feelings that made him stop.

He was a man, recalling an erotic moment was inevitable for him.

And Kate was a sexual being just like him. He knew it. In fact he had heard it one late night before they went to Bohma. It was already dawn when he woke up to drink a glass of water in the kitchen. Nights are silent so it can happen to one listen to a water drop noise. So it wouldn't be impossible to hear moans even if contended ones.

As a matter of fact she had already complained of not being so active – blaming him or wanting him? – now that he thought about it, was there a chance she was giving him indirect message and he didn't catch it up? He knew she never hid the curiosity to know details about their incomplete foreplay.

He envied Piers. He had her several times, and very recently. He finished the job he didn't. he grinned his teeth and frowned.

Wait a minute, what in the hell was he thinking about sex with Kate when they just had an important fight? They had that pendency to be solved before going to intercourse, right?

He closed the album session and returned to his timeline. He saw Kate had just posted a phrase: "Sometimes the heaven is the hell itself"

She was still upset.

He felt affected. He had just read that friendly declaration on their picture and now she updated her mood.

Blame on him for sure this time. He screwed up. He spoke something he shouldn't. And to someone he probably couldn't.

Despite having met Angelina first, he was on the way to do Kate first.

Now he thought to think better about the events. There was reason for Kate to be jealous. Just like he was at Piers or any other guy that could do her before him. Their difference was that he hid it better.

He or they ignited that flame. A flame that was on hold due to his own confusion. Why was he having such a troubled time to bang a girl? It shouldn't be so complicated! Love is complicated. Not sex.

Probably Kate had the same feeling as he did. Incomplete job. They were doing other people while they – wanted – or could be doing each other. The line had already being crossed, right?

But now he'd have to solve her anger and then see what happens next as after all that realization, surely will be hard not to bang the panties free girl he was living with.

She was right, they were living the hell.

He wanted the heaven back.

It was about time to stop living the fear and start making good memories.

Edonia, Night

Angelina let out a heavy sigh when she read Chris' message. She was concerned. She never had the intention to insult Kate's limitation. She now felt bad Kate had interpreted it that way. Now she questioned if she was right following her intuition. Once again she took Lionel's letter searching for some guidance.

Flashback

Kate managed to run away. It was a huge commotion in the small village we lived in Bohma. Two days had passed since everyone had been looking for her and for Christian. I went to the barn at the tidy space she stayed and found the letter he had sent her and learned the location they were going to meet. However among the hay near the bed she used to sleep, I found what became the root of my remorse.

"It can't be…" I said holding two tiny pieces of clothes Kate had knitted and a wave of memories invaded my head of some weird behavior Kate used to have. The real reason why she chose to remain in the barn even after her punishment was over. The different gaze she had. The subtle change on her face. The reason why she went out of the barn to collect food or fruits in the middle of the night when everyone was sleeping. The reason why she was always sitting when anyone visited her in some rare occasions and always holding something on her lap.

I still couldn't believe how she managed to hide it from everyone all those months!

Somehow I was admired for that. She had always been a smart person and with a keen strategic brain.

"I have to find them before everyone!" I said hurrying to my horse even knowing a bad weather was forming.

But I was too late. I hid at a hovel due to the sudden heavy rain near the location they had headed to escape to the Hope Bridge. In there I found an old woman that I thought was a midwife as I saw her holding two small wrapped blankets.

"They were born apparently dead as it was too soon, but somehow they gained life. I tried to tell their parents but they were in a hurry to escape the chase"

"Where their parents?"

The woman looked down with a saddened expression, "Dead…"

"What?"

"I saw the moment the wave caught them…"

I busted into tears and hurried to grab hold of the newborn twins. My nephew and daughter. I embraced them mentally asking for their forgiveness…

"Those kids are brave. They're still fighting for their lives…it will be a miracle if they survive tonight or the next days…"

If there wasn't for my stupid mouth they were still be together…as a family.

I suffered for the thought that Kate and Christian died believing their children were dead. I suffered for knowing those two little innocent souls would grow without the love of their parents if they survived. I suffered for knowing if our parents ever learned about the twins, inevitably they'd be sent for adoption as they were still too angry at Kate.

I couldn't let that happen.

So my only option was to keep my mouth shut. Completely sealed this time in a sort of way to repair a little the damage for speaking too much.

I dressed them with the little clothes their mother made for them in way to make them feel her love for them through it because I knew she knitted it with all the love she had as she even learned how to knit.

That night our lives changed forever.

I didn't return home for a long time and I ended up being the one who crossed the bridge for the twins' safety.

A few weeks later I met the old couple who found Kate and Christian's bodies and after a huge struggle I visited their graves.

The old fisherman told me Christian died due to impalement of a metal stake into his chest that came into the water and Kate died due to blood loss a little while before they took their bodies out of the water.

That crashed me…

"I brought flowers to you. Your favorite one… My sister… I hope you forgive me wherever you are and I will understand if you won't. You have the right. I was a bad sister, but I promise you I won't be a bad aunt. Your children are safe, they're gaining weight. They're so brave! You'd be so proud of them! I named them Melissa and Henry. I remember when we were children you saying those would be the names for a boy and a girl...it's like you always knew you'd have one of each.

And Christian…your father is a great man! He stood up against my parents and he registered the twins with the Greencamp surname. I didn't know you much, but I'm sorry for being so stupid!

I took your dreams of a family from you, from the twins…"

I raised twins with the help of Lucy, Peter, George who was the one awaiting for Christian and Kate, and Christian's father who became the most proud grandfather and never allowed the twins to go through material necessities. He was a good man and all his fortune was passed to the twins when he died.

I never hid the truth from them. I preferred them to decide what they would think of me and about their story.

When they were 8 years old they insisted on visiting their parents' grave I often visited to pray for them.

The old couple were still there. There was a simple hovel near the lake in the other extremity and for some unknown reason they "gave" it to me (and for the twins) to live. I accepted it as a way for my sister and Christian to stay closer to their children and vice versa.

That was the first Lake House.

I married George but we didn't have children. My life was dedicated for the twins.

Unfortunately they kept some resentment of me. We had often disagreements as they grow older.

When Christian's father died, they inherited all his patrimony. Henry had a pioneer spirit, but enjoyed life in nature just like Christian did, not to mention the temperamental personality. He often stayed at the cottage where Christian lived and used to meet Kate. He became a famous miner and his descendants later formed the Horvat clan.

Melissa had an ambitious spirit and married a wealthy nobleman, she had Kate's beauty and keen brain. Through their family tree were born the descendants that later formed the most influential after the Horvat's and famous clan of Bohma, the O'Gregon.

End of Flashback

Angelina inhaled deeply and started to reply to Chris, "About your questions, I didn't mistake the paintings, but I never had the intention to insult her condition. It never crossed my mind…and about the twins, I never really realized it could be twins until now that you mentioned it. I'm sorry for causing such trouble to you and tell her I want to talk to her as well".

Chris' Apartment, United States

Kate woke up from her nap, a long nap, feeling tired. Numb. The woman in black and the woman in white again.

The woman in white was so similar to the one in the painting Angelina made for her. A coincidence? Angie the sly psychic?

For some reason she felt like stopping calling her sly so freely – even if mentally. She barely knew her. It was wrong misjudging someone she didn't know.

In addition she had another main concern to handle: the Fleury's.

After reading Dennis' message she felt a sudden sleep and now awaken again, she read he had sent more messages. Threatening messages. She didn't want him to expose her secret but she didn't know how to shut him up – not yet.

She stood up from the bed and headed to the door. As she opened it she could smell the scent of food. Chris had cooked dinner. As matter of fact, he was eating on the dining table.

Their estranged gazes met.

"I made pasta and grilled chicken, and orange juice. You can eat if you want" he said noticed her approach

"Okay, thanks"

Back to the uncomfortable silence.

Kate wasn't much hungry. She was the type that when under tension didn't feel hunger, but she knew she had to eat something.

Avoiding looking at him, she made her plate. She noticed Chris was already finishing his meal, but seemed to eat slower now. Probably he wanted to continue the argument. She didn't. she was just too tired for confrontation at that moment.

She finished making her plate and was on the way to the hallway when she heard Chris' voice.

"Where are you going?"

"May I eat in the bedroom or is there a rule I can't do this?"

"No rule against it, but why will you eat there when there's the dining table? Are you avoiding me?"

"As a matter of fact I am"

"Why?"

"Because I'm avoiding this…questionings"

"I won't question you…I just want your company"

She made a face. That was weird. Very weird. Things should be shaken between them and not him treating her so…nicely? As if nothing happened?

"You want my company?"

"Well, why eat alone when we can eat together?"

"Are you alright?" she asked with suspicion

"Yeah, I'm perfectly fine…come on Kate, we're grownups. We disagree and get over it. Simple as that. No reason for ignoring"

She let out a defeated sigh and joined him in the table.

He was definitely eating slower than his usual despite the silence if not for the noises of the silverware touching the plates.

Even after finishing his meal, Chris remained sitting there as if waiting for something. She couldn't tell. Probably not even he knew what.

She finished hers and looked at him.

"If you want to say something just say it. I can't stand your silent wall"

He grinned, "I wasn't sure if I should comment that"

"Comment what?"

"How dare you post a picture of mine, write a beautiful declaration and not tagging me?" he said in a funny way

She chuckled, "What?"

"I saw it today. Our picture on your profile"

"Oh…that picture…" she played with her hair in distress

"Yeah, our only picture…so far"

"So far?"

"We should've had taken more pictures there, I don't know how but your camera made me look good"

She laughed, "Are you serious? Are you sure you're not making fun of me?"

"Yeah. I could never make fun of you, Kate. Don't ever think that of me" he said touching her hand on the table

Immediately she looked at it. He immediately let go of her.

"Sorry…"

She swallowed embarrassed. Confused. Was he drunk of something? She couldn't smell any alcohol scent on him.

"I can't get over until I say what I have to say…" she said with a serious gaze

"I already told her you want to talk to her…she wants to talk to you too, but she already apologized for the misunderstanding" he said assuming that was what she was referring to

She made a face. He really took serious her words, her impulsive words. Stupid words. Now more than never she had to say what she wanted to say.

She cleared her throat and inhaled, "I'm sorry…I'm sorry for my overreaction… I didn't have any right to shout at you like that…"

"It's alright. I understand. I'd like to apologize as well for mistakenly comment something personal of yours, but it happened in a moment that I reacted in impulse after something she told me about us…you and I…"

"You and I?"

"Yeah…"

"What did she say?" she asked in curiosity

"Please Kate, don't ask me that" he said in distress

"Why not? My name in the public's mouth and I can't know? That sounds unfair, you know?"

He chuckled, "It's not that important or dangerous… all you need to know is that I said it without thinking. My bad."

She made a face, "You know I won't stop nagging you to tell me that, right?"she said – "Or better, I will ask her when we talk" she thought

"I know. You can nag me all you want, but I won't cede"

"I know you're stubborn, but I can be more"

"I'm a rock"

"I'm the water… as they say: 'Constant dripping wears away the stone'."

He grinned, "You really won't give up, will you?"

"You know I won't, and I can find another source to ask that…"

He laughed. Defeated. He let out a sigh, "Just like everyone else she thought we were a couple and said we'd have children… it's when I said you can't have children"

"She said that?"

He nodded in confirmation looking straight to her eyes.

She looked down at her stomach and pressed it with her hands, "This will never happen. We're not a couple and my uterus is too defective to maintain a pregnancy…when I rarely ovulate as I only have one polycystic ovary"

He stared her with affection, "Isn't there treatment for it?"

She gave a shrug, "Don't have the money to make the surgery or pay for a surrogate mother, and even if I had, the surgery doesn't guarantee its success either as my ovary is defected too, so it leaves only the surrogate mother or adoption as available options…"

"I see, and those options are not your dream…"

"They're not…I really used to dream of the big belly and all the pregnancy stuff…but maybe one day I could adopt…"

"You know adoption is a beautiful act…Sometimes I think of adopting a child when I retire… I lived for a very brief moment in a foster care with my sister when our parents died"

"You did?"

"Yes we did. We stayed until my uncle Jeff could take custody of us as I still didn't have the minimum age to be emancipated, nor had a job to support us, which that necessity became my main reason to join the military due to its stability and all when I was 17."

"I see, so you had an uncle to be your guardian?"

"Yeah, actually he's still alive and once or another we get in touch. He loves to nag me about the family continuation, but it's alright. He's a cool guy"

"I guess people love nagging people like us about having children, don't they?"

"Yeah, it seems that way"

She smiled faintly with a shrug, "Well, with all that on the table and truths that came out…I guess we can say we've moved on from the tension, right?"

"We did!"

"Good. So now I can tag you in my beautiful declaration picture" she said jokingly

"Nah, I was just kidding"

"Breaking the ice?"

He laughed, "You can put it that way"

She raised her hand over the table and showed it to him with a kind smile, "New beginning?"

He smiled back tenderly as he shook her grip, "New beginning!"

Thank you Pin for the review! :D

So we got at an interesting point. In dreams, Kate becomes Katarina and receives spiritual guidance, although when she wakes up she doesn't really keep it all as it happens to us. Sometimes we even think we haven't dreamed, but it's just that we don't keep those memories :(

So now Katarina knows the truth about her own history as Katherine, and Kate only keeps the sensations she had in the "dream". Oh, and there's the Fleury's around huh!

I also added the full version of Angelina's part I had edited out in the other chapter (I don't remember which chapter xD I suck with numbers xD )

And Chris...What to say about Chris? Is the water finally dripping wears away the stone? xD Most probably, right! Come on, this is not a secret! xD

Let's see what happens and...

Stay tuned!