𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭𝔂| 𝗜𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝟯

His Last Letter| Request

AN: I had a request for a angsty and sad imagine where Leon dies and Reader receives a letter from him before he died. This one's quite sad, so grab the tissues. I'm going to post a happy one before/after this to hopefully balance things out♡

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Leon's POV:

As soon as my hand touches blood I know that I won't be getting back home this time, nor do I want to go back, not if I've finally been infected with the T-Virus. It's been a long time coming, it's a wonder that I've survived this far since Raccoon City, but my luck had to run out some time. I know I've gotta put a stop to the infection before I become like my worst nightmares, but first I need to think.

I need to act before it's too late.

I grab my phone as pain laces through me, I grip my bleeding ribs, wincing at the sting and throb of the bitemark, but I need to keep my sanity until I've done this last thing. Slumping against a building, my energy depleting quickly, I dial Hunnigan from FOS. She answers right away, demanding to know where I am and why I've been gone so long. I sigh, and then she quietens, expecting some sarcastic joke that never comes. It seems like the B.O.W took my humour along with a chunk of flesh before I managed to fight it off and kill it.

"Leon?" Hunnigan asks, fear in her tone. "What's going on?"

I swallow, this is one of the hardest part of this entire doomsday, but I can't squirrel it away now. "I've been bit, and I know I'm not coming back from this. You're gonna need to send a recovery team to my coordinates in about an hour. The mission's accomplished don't worry." I gasp in pain, a groan escapes me as Hunnigan's breath hitches.

"Leon, hang in there, I'm sending a team-"

"Don't, it's a waste of time, something I haven't got much left. It's okay," I soothe to her, vision blurring as my arm twitches on its own, "this was always going to happen. Listen though, there's something I need you to do. In my office, in the safe, there's a letter in a red envelope addressed to my girl. I need you to make sure it's delivered to her, and I need you to make sure she gets everything I have once I'm gone, it's all hers." I clench my shaking hands, taking another breath. "Keep an eye on her, she's going to need support, and tell her my last words-"

"Please Leon, the team can get there-" Hunnigan begs, a sob wracks through the phone and I force my eyes closed, unwilling to cry right now.

"Tell her my last words are this; I love her so much, and I'll see her again one day. Tell her that I want her to be happy again one day, and that I'm fine with her meeting someone new when she's ready." A wheeze comes out of my lips, and my wound begins to hurt more than ever. I double over, already reaching for my gun just in case, but not yet. "Hunnigan, thank you for everything, I'd have been dead already if it weren't for you."

I hang up, not needing anymore goodbyes. Everything begins to fade, and I know I'm turning, so I grab my gun with determination, holding it up to my head. My last thoughts are of Y/N, and the life we lived together.

Y/N POV:

A few weeks later...

As soon as the government agents delivers the red envelope to me, and I see Leon's handwriting on it, I fall to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably as I clutch it to my chest. I knew it was coming, Leon had once told me that he had a failsafe in case of his death, I just never expected it to ever be delivered. The hiccups choke me as I hug the letter, then with shaky hands I peel it open, revealing a large piece of paper folded up along with one of my favourite chocolates. I shake my head, squeezing it in my hand, then I take a breath and begin to unfold the paper, and begin reading...

Baby, My Love, My Y/N,

If you're reading this we both know what that means, and I'm really fucking sorry for leaving you, I never wanted this life but knew it would kill me in the end. First thing's first, I love you. I love you so much, and I always will, I hope you know that. I never thought a man like me could ever find happiness in a life like mine, but then I met you and it turned everything around, you gave my life meaning and I found something inside of you I never thought I'd have again; a home. It made me feel safe, but it also made me terrified because you were another thing I could lose, and I'm sick of constantly fighting for my happiness.

I'll never forget the day I met you, it was one of the best of my life, and you don't know it yet but that day was going to be my last, until you spoke to me and made me feel less alone. I decided to stick around on this Earth a little longer because of you. I adore you. I love loving you, and I love the way you laugh at my terrible jokes. I love the way you'd cry over those books of yours and the way your eyes look in the sunlight. I'm obsessed with your smile most of all, and I hope it never fades away after I'm gone. I love the way you care about people, and always think of them, I know you would make a great mother and though we didn't get the chance maybe one day someone else will be lucky to have you. I always wanted a baby with you, he or she would've been such a great kid, I know that by fact.

I'm not done yet, so hang with me a bit longer. I wish you well, but please don't cling to me when I'm not there anymore. I don't want you to be unhappy forever, I never wanted to let you go but I'm not there and you can't hold out for a dead man. You're still alive, and you've got a life to live for the both of us, even if it's without me. I want you to find someone else to share it with, someone who deserves you and makes you happy, and someone who doesn't mind your snoring. Maybe just remember me on my birthday, but not too often. Don't be sad, and don't blame anyone, regret and revenge are poisonous and I don't want that for you.

I guess I just want to say thank you for having me in the short time we shared together. I've legally given you everything I have, but would appreciate it if you gave some to a charity of your choice. The rest you can do what you like with, maybe take that vacation we always talked about. Maybe you'll take a few weeks to watch all those old movies I kept hounding you to watch, who knows? This letter is getting longer than expected, and there's so much I wanted to say but I know deep down you already know. You've given me more than I could've ever asked for, and I'm so lucky to have met you. I love you so much, and maybe one day we'll see each other again, and we'll have a better chance.

Yours eternally,

Leon.'

By the time I'm done reading at least an hour has passed. I'm still shaking and crying, but there's a sense of closure here too. I miss him so much, and a part of me always will. I'll do everything he's asked of me, hoping that by doing so I'll feel closer to him. I stand on wobbly legs, taking a deep breath to calm myself before I cry again, then I look out of the window, seeing the clouds drift past in the bright blue sky, revealing the shining sun, and I know that Leon's finally found peace, he's shed his trauma and regrets, and we'll meet again one day when it's time. For now, I'll live for him.