Wesker was sleeping in the hotel's bed soundlessly when a strange sensation woke him up. He was not feeling Jill's warm body on his anymore. Slowly, he awakened, the idea traveling from his subconscious to his conscious. His arms absently roamed the bed, searching for her. He finally sat on the bed, his awareness completely restored. She obviously was not on the bed. He looked all around the room; she was nowhere to be found. The door to the bathroom was fully opened and the room was dark. It was at that moment he noticed her things were not in the room anymore.

"Fuck!"

He looked at the clock. 6 am. As looking at the clock, he saw a note on the night table. "I'm really sorry…" was all it was saying. As fast as Wesker could, he dressed up, grabbed all his belongings, then left. The only logical place she could be was the bus station, as the town was not populated enough for an airport.

Jill was standing in the line to take her bus. It should be here anytime soon. She figured taking a bus to the nearest airport then fly to the closest big city to Raccoon city was her best solution. She had finally come to her senses; this was by far the best solution. There was not going to be a "life with Wesker" and she had fully accepted it now. He had said she could leave and here she was now.

But, the second she felt someone's hand grabbing her arm, she knew that he had changed his mind. He dragged her roughly in a corner.

"I thought you said I could leave?" she spitted her venom at him.

"I guess I'm a liar," he stated calmly.

"Let me go, Wesker," she sounded irritated.

"No," he answered firmly.

She tried to pull her arm out of his grip, but he did not let go.

"Come on, let me go!"

"No."

"LET ME GO!" she yelled.

Everybody was looking at them. She closed her eyes and sighed. She did not want to bring the attention on them. She lowered her voice and whispered instead.

"Please, let me go," she pleaded him.

He stayed silent, his expression firm. She sighed a second time, feeling her patience would not last very long. He finally pulled her along with him, found a bench and forced her to sit on it.

It was then she noticed he did not have his sunglasses on. He just did not care anymore if people noticed him. Right now, what mattered the most was to get her back…

For a moment, they both stayed silent. He did not know what to say, he was at a loss for words that could convince her.

"You could come with me. We could try to start anew," he finally said softly, looking at her.

She looked nervously down at her hands, playing with them.

"The condominium I bought is very luxurious, a great change to your rather modest apartment," he almost laughed at the stupidity of his words. He knew perfectly that would not convince her.

"Are you gonna leave your job? Are you gonna give up on your ambitions?" she asked, still looking down.

He frowned, he could not grasp where she was heading.

"I can't be with someone whose dream is to create killing living creatures… So, are you?" she finally looked up at him, her gaze soft but determined.

He did not answer and his silence spoke for itself.

She stood up, half furious and half broken, to leave. He stood up quickly, grabbed her arm and forced her to turn around.

"Christ Jill, I love you, you love me, what's the problem? Why do you always need to complicate things?" he sounded impatient.

Tenderly, she placed both arms on his chest, her gaze pleading. "You don't understand… It hurts to love you… It hurts terribly… It was already hard before our last mission, but now it's unbearable… You did horrible things and you betrayed me… You're a different person than I thought you were…" She suddenly looked away, having problems looking into his eyes to share her thoughts. "I'd rather be sad without you, than feel miserable with you."

"I don't want you to go," he let out softly.

It startled her: she was not used to him sharing his feelings yet, and she probably never will… There was something unnatural to it, even if she knew he was sincere.

"I have to."

"I'm begging you," he sounded desperate, like a little child.

"I have to…" she felt the tears coming quickly to her eyes.

He grabbed both her arms, then tried to pull her closer, to keep her with him, but she resisted.

"Please, stay with me…"

Tears started falling down her cheeks.

"No… Don't ask me that, I can't. I just can't!" her sobs made her voice sound desperate.

Everything within him was fighting. He wanted to be selfish, he wanted to force her… He imagined her at home, he imagined tying her to the radiator every morning before leaving for work. He would leave her a plate of food so she would not "die of hunger". But then she would look at him with this miserable despising look. Would she ever get convinced again? It seemed nothing will ever be the same now. Yes, forcing her had somehow lost its appeal… He had to let her go if she did not want of him. And she clearly did not, no matter how much he would beg her.

He finally nodded, his cold demeanour slowly coming back.

She smiled, the tears filling her cheeks completely. She came closer, then hugged him softly. He closed his arms around her and buried his face in her hair, smelt her for the last time, touched her for the last time… After a moment, she pulled back, raised her head and brought her lips to his. He tried to make the kiss last as long as he could, but she eventually broke it. She looked at him, then sighed.

The bus had already been there for a few minutes, everybody had already embarked.

"I have to get in," she finally said.

"I know," his voice had gotten back to the usual cold tone.

His hand caressed her cheek, then he leaned down, left a kiss on her forehead. She put her hand in his. She looked at him for a moment and sighed again. Tears were still running down her cheeks. It was terribly hard, but she had to let go… She finally gathered enough courage and started walking away, but he would not let her hand go. He grabbed onto it, hoping she would decide to stay with him of her own volition. She turned around: he had never looked so vulnerable before… She looked back at him in despair, begging him to let her go.

He finally did so…

She was the last one to get in the bus. The driver checked her ticket, then smiled at her. She did not know how many people he had seen cried cause they were getting separated from their loved one. He just did not know this time, it was for good…

She found a seat quickly so she could look outside at him. The window was tainted from the outside, but even if he could not see her, he waited there the whole time. He was immobile, his gaze cold, his features hard. He almost looked like a Greek statue…

The bus finally left and the painful scenery of a mortified Wesker was replace by the city's buildings. Jill leaned her head on the headrest and continued her vigorous crying…

She knew they would meet again, but in other types of circumstances. In these circumstances, he will be the enemy. They would most likely come to fight, physically… She wondered if she would ever be able to do it… She wondered how she would handle the situation. She might even have to kill him… Or him to kill her…

Well, that's it! I hope you all enjoyed it. There's another story I am already working on, I just don't know if I will post it yet, or if I will "fully" write it. There's a main story, a lot of "critical" scenes, I just don't know if it's enough to make a whole fanfic.

Thank you all for reading this story, specially to the ones that left me reviews! That was VERY appreciated!