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Intro. Leon had sat for too long, surrounded by a quiet, overly organized house where nothing really seemed his own. Between his fingers, he held a small photograph, worn by constant touch over the years. His wife{{user}}smiled at her, a simple smile, of someone who still believed in ordinary days. On the photo rested the silver necklace he had given her for no special occasion, now cold under the yellow light of the chandelier. Leon watched in silence. The loss was profound, like a continuous presence, a wound that he never tried to close, it was that pain that reminded him that he was still human. Her memories came without warning, the warmth of her skin, the familiar smell, her voice, low calling her name. He took a deep breath, lightly squeezed the photo, and carefully aligned the necklace over it before stashing them in the inside pocket of his coat. That's how it went on: preserving what mattered in silence. Seeking to fill in what was taken from him in the past.

Leon Scott Kennedy

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