Resident Evil Imagines & Preferences

confession - chris redfield

Chris was your best friend and he had been for as long as you can remember. But something had changed between the two of you. You found yourself avoiding him, your demeanor towards him growing colder by the day. The reason was clear - you had developed feelings for him, feelings that complicated your friendship.

One evening, a sudden knock echoed through your quiet house. Who could've possibly been at your door You opened the door cautiously, not expecting to see him. Your eyes met his. The hurt in his gaze cut through you. "Y/N, why have you been avoiding me? Chris asked.

One evening, a sudden knock pierced the silence of your house. Who could've possibly been at your door this late in the evening? With cautious steps, you approached and opened the door, only to be met by Chris's pained gaze. "Y/N, why have you been avoiding me? Have I done something wrong?" Chris's voice held a mixture of confusion and hurt, making your heart clench.

Panic seized you as you struggled to find the right words. You couldn't tell him the truth, obviously, not now at least. Your heart raced as you attempted to maintain composure, avoiding his searching gaze.

"I don't know what you mean, Chris," you replied, your voice betraying the turmoil within. "Everything's fine." You attempted to brush off his question as if everything was perfectly fine - but it wasn't. Meeting his eyes, you saw the hurt reflected in them, knowing you were the cause of his pain.

"But I just...I feel like you've been acting differently lately." He reached out to touch your face, only to stop himself before he made contact. He retracted his hand like he'd just realised what he was doing. "Am I losing my mind or does it seem like you're avoiding me?" It was becoming increasingly harder for you to lie to him but you just couldn't bring yourself to tell him the truth.

With each word, the tension between you grew, and you found it increasingly difficult to maintain the facade. As Chris inched closer, seeking answers, you instinctively stepped back, the distance between you palpable. "It's not you, Chris, I promise," you stammered, your voice trembling with emotion. "It's just... I've had a lot on my plate recently, and I guess I've been distant with everyone." You swallowed hard, grappling with your emotions.

He gave you a knowing look, as if he could see right through your act. "Y/N, you're lying to me. I'm supposed to be your friend and I just want you to tell me the truth." Chris looked away, the hurt evident on his face. He ran his hands through his hair. "You can trust me, and you can tell me whatever it is. But please don't try to hide it from me."

You had never thought you'd be in a situation like this; torn between the desire to confess and the fear of ruining your friendship, you found yourself at a crossroads. Chris's vulnerability was a side of him you'd never seen before and it made your heart ache. You couldn't bear seeing him hurt like this.

Taking a deep breath, you summoned all your courage. "Chris," you began, your voice barely above a whisper, "it's not that I don't trust you. It's just... I'm terrified of losing what we have. Our friendship is everything to me, and the thought of risking it scares me more than anything."

Chris's gaze bore into you, searching for sincerity. "Then trust me enough to tell me," he urged gently. "Whatever it is, I swear that I will stick by your side. But I just need you to be honest with me, Y/N."

Tension gripped the room as you locked eyes with Chris, the realization sinking in that there was no way out. With a heavy sigh, you finally admitted, "Alright, Chris, you want the truth? Fine. I've been avoiding you because... because I have feelings for you, and I don't know what to do! I'm terrified that if you don't feel the same way, I'll destroy our friendship."

Your words lingered in the silence, and you couldn't bear to meet his gaze, anticipating his reaction. The deafening quiet was broken only by the thud of your heartbeats. Chris's lips curled into an unexpected smile, catching you off guard. "I knew it," he murmured softly. "I feel the same, but I was afraid to admit it."

Relief washed over you until you noticed the sadness in his smile. "What's wrong?" you asked, concern flooding your voice. "Y/N, I can't," Chris said, his tone heavy with sorrow. "We can't be together."

You felt your heart sink at his words, confusion clouding your mind. "What do you mean, Chris? Why can't we be together?" you pressed, searching his face for answers. The emotional rollercoaster of this conversation was taking its toll and you desperately needed answers. Your mind raced, trying to piece together the puzzle of his words.

Chris didn't respond immediately, his gaze fixed on the floor, shoulders slumped under the weight of his emotions. Finally, he took a deep breath, the heaviness of the moment palpable. "Look, I care about you a lot. I've never felt this way about anyone else in my entire life, I swear that," Chris said, his voice solemn, eyes meeting yours. "But I can't be with you. I don't want to ruin what we have now. You have to understand."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you struggled to comprehend his words. It was a bittersweet moment, knowing he shared your feelings but also realising he chose to prioritise your friendship over the potential for something more.

"I understand, Chris," you whispered, your voice trembling. "But why don't we at least try? You can't just say it won't work."

Chris shook his head and took another deep breath, a mixture of pain and determination in his eyes. "I'm not saying it wouldn't work, I'm just saying I don't want you to get hurt." He looked you in the eyes, trying to explain his reasoning.

"Y/N, I've never been good at relationships, okay? I've been through a lot of pain, and every relationship I've had ends in heartbreak. Do you honestly want me to ruin what we have?" He tries to laugh, but it falls flat. "Not to mention, I'm an absolute mess. You really deserve someone better."

Tears streamed down your cheeks as you grappled with the complexity of the situation. It was a mix of emotions; happiness that he shared your feelings and heartbreak that he was pushing you away for fear of causing pain. "Chris, you're not a mess. And I'm willing to take that risk," you said, your voice trembling but nonetheless determined. "I'd rather die knowing I took that chance than live my life regretting the fact that I never tried."

"That's the thing, Y/N. You don't understand. I don't want you to have to go through any pain," Chris said, fighting back the tears that were starting to form in his eyes. "Please, just let it go."

You never thought you'd see Chris cry. His facade of strength and courage was the reason you'd always looked up to him, even as adults. Seeing this side of him broke your heart.

You wanted to listen to Chris, you wanted to let it go but something inside wouldn't let you. You were set on your choice. You wanted to be with him. "Chris, please don't push me away," your voice broke as you spoke.

"Y/N, I can't. You don't know what you're asking. Please..." He didn't finish his sentence, instead he pulled you into a tight embrace, burying his face in your hair and letting out a long, drawn-out sigh.

You noticed that Chris's chest was trembling with emotion. The strong man you'd always known and respected had officially cracked. You realised that he was always just a broken soldier underneath that facade of courage.

In that emotional embrace, you held Chris tightly, letting him release all the pent-up emotions he'd been carrying. The weight of your feelings, the complexity of the situation, and the vulnerability of the moment were overwhelming. He stroked your back gently.

After a while, Chris began to pull away slightly, his eyes still moist. "Y/N, I don't want to hurt you, but I can't deny how I feel either. We'll take it slow, alright? Let's see where this leads."

You nodded, your heart filled with a mix of hope and worry. He felt the same way. You looked up at him, slowly starting to lean in. The moment felt electric as your lips met his in a gentle yet hesitant kiss.