Well, I'm not really happy with this one, but, I'm getting a little bit uninspired! I guess I'm eager to finally finish it after almost 6 months! Only 2 chapters left (excluding this one).

Present

Wesker looked at Jill; she was lying on her bed, still drunk sleeping.

After an hour of reflection, he had taken the decision to let her go. He had mixed feelings of disappointment, irritation and… guilt… There was no point anymore, he blinded himself far enough; this relationship was not going anywhere, nor did it ever use to. And there was the guilt, that thing would just stick to you, like a fucking hair on your tongue… An eyelash in your eye… He tried to swallow it several times, but he could still feel it. The guilt of disappointing her, the guilt of hurting her, the guilt of reminding her her traumatic past experience… She would just leave, and both their lives would resume to what it always used to be. His whole career could still be saved and she would go save the goddamn world.

She moaned softly, retrieving her awareness. She eventually opened her eyes, remembering every details of what had happened… "Fuck…" she thought to herself, "how many times will you need to have bad experiences with alcohol before you understand it's not for you…" She sat up and turned around. He was sitting on the bed, a pad of paper work in his hands, his face turned to her.

"Your keys, wallet and other essential things are on the night table. I also placed all your clothes in the bag over there," he stated, motioning to the bag on the floor.

She looked at them slowly, realizing the meaning of it.

"You're free to leave," he added, his tone as emotionless as usual.

She nodded, not finding anything else to do or say. Her head felt like exploding, but she did not care at the moment.

"Want me to call you a cab?"

"Sure," she answered painfully, knowing quite well it was all for the best.

She stood up still completely naked, then put on her clothes that were still lying on the floor, the situation slightly humiliating. It was moving too quickly for her newly retrieved senses for her to truly realize what was happening.

After getting fully prepared, she stood in front of him for a moment. She realized she would never see him again, she realized she would never touch him again… But it was better for both of them, and she knew it quite well. That was what she had been wanting for the last three days afterall...

"I'll help you carry your bag to the cab," he said standing up.

The three minutes it took to the elevator to reach the first floor seemed like three hours. None of them said anything, the atmosphere was terribly tense.

They finally got outside and the taxi was already there. Wesker then realized how close it was to the end…

"Jill?" he wanted to beg her to stay, but he just could not. It was too late now, it would not work, it could not work and he had accepted the unbearable truth. He could have forced her to stay, force her to love him, but he found himself displeased by the idea. It came to the point it was everything or nothing for him. If she did not want of what he had to offer, then it was all for the best than she left.

He forced himself to keep his usual emotionless tone. She turned around, finding it painful to look at him for the last time.

"Yes?"

"What will you tell the others?"

"I'll make up some story I guess. Don't worry, no one will know."

For a moment they both stayed silent. She thought he was worried she would tell his location to the others but in fact, he had other concerns on his mind at that moment.

"I won't tell anyone where you are either."

He nodded slowly then let her get in the cab. He sighed when the car left his view. Wesker was not the kind to mourn a woman for so long. It hurt. Terribly. But his ambitions would keep him far enough busy to keep his mind occupied. Still, there would be no chance anymore to touch her, to smell her, to look at her, to make her come... He sighed again, pushing the painful thoughts in the back of his mind. He felt she had taken enough of his energy and his mind already. He stared absently into the night, enjoying the fresh air. He needed to put his thoughts together, he needed to focus on what to come, it was far too important to ruin it for some ridiculous feelings.

Suddenly, a cab came down the alley of the hotel; it looked strangely like hers. He stopped breathing, waiting for the person to come out.

Jill got out of the cab, charged with her bag on her shoulder, ran to him then jumped in his arms. He answered quickly, his arms closing around her, the feeling comforting and soothing. After a moment, she pulled away only to bring his lips to hers violently, obviously forgetting about her surroundings. She stopped herself to look at him, her eyes filled with tears. He cupped her face and brushed the tears off her face. She smiled and laughed lightly, a strange happiness showing on her face.

"I love you," she finally said.

"I know," he answered seriously.

She brought his lips to hers again, urging him to get her to the room.

Jill looked at the clock on the night table. 4 am. She was laying in his arms, an annoying feeling of uncertainty filling her. What seemed so clear five hours ago was terribly blurry right now. Even the comforting feeling of his naked body against hers could not convince her anymore.

He was peacefully sleeping, his breath coming in and out at a regular and slow pace.

She closed her eyes, frustrated and terrified in same time.

What now? What would happen now? She had not thought about that. What, would they just be a normal couple? "They will live happily forever and have a lot of babies" she thought sarcastically.

He would not abandon his ambitions and she would not abandon her values. She will want to change him, but, she was not stupid, it would not work… She had to face it, this whole relationship was bond to fail. She would hurt herself trying to make it work…

She looked at him again; he was still sleeping peacefully. She wondered how she could love him; he was everything she ever despised. But, somehow, it was down there and it would obviously not leave. She stared at him for a long moment, fighting the need to wake him up and make him convince her to stay.

But she did not.

As silently as possible, she got out of the bed, got dressed, grabbed her things, wrote him a note quickly in the dark then left the room.

She would get on a bus, get back to Raccoon City, find Chris if he was still alive and do something useful with her fucking life.