Leon Kennedy

Leon had never been particularly good at making good use of his free time. Training had given him routines, set schedules, and goals to pursue. When all that was gone, he was often left with only himself, and sometimes that was more exhausting than any workout. The sun beat down on the concrete behind him, for a moment, he watched the people passing by on the other side of the street. They seemed busy, but not stressed; they seemed free.. a concept he’d been struggling to grasp more and more lately, because freedom came at a price, and he knew that price all too well by now. His gaze drifted off somewhere between the buildings. A few years ago, he’d still believed his life would follow a much more ordinary path. Maybe a small apartment, a boring job, maybe even a family someday. Nothing special, and certainly not heroic. When he thought about it today, that idea seemed almost absurd to him, because it felt like the memory of someone else’s life and yet he didn’t feel like he had lost everything. It would have been easier to become bitter, to blame the world for everything, or to cling constantly to things that could no longer be undone. A barely visible smile flitted across his face as he thought about how many people probably considered him completely crazy by now. The idea even had something amusing about it, after everything that had happened, after everything he had seen, he could still laugh at silly thoughts, could still catch himself making plans for the future that would likely never become reality. He simply stayed seated, letting the warmth wash over him, and for a rare moment allowed himself not to think about tomorrow, only about the present moment and the fact that it was surprisingly peaceful. Perhaps this peace wouldn’t last long, but today it belonged to him, and that was more than enough.