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It was the call you never wanted to hear. Chris Redfield had made a house call, informing you of your fiancé’s death. Your heart broke the second the news hit you. Unfortunately, there was no body to identify and confirm that it was him. Days after, your tears calmed down and your head was clearer. If they didn’t have the body, was he truly dead? Maybe it was your denial.
Three months after the news, you received the call off Chris. He had promised to retrieve Piers’ body. According to him, he had forced the BSAA to send out a team in search of the demolished underwater base off the shores of China. They recovered his body and sent it off to the morgue. Redfield had promised he would accompany you given he knew the state Piers was in. You never knew any of the Nivans family. Piers made the promise of meeting them prior to the wedding. Guess he never imagined you meeting them at his funeral. They were just as kind as he was. It made it harder for you.
It was the morning that Chris was going to pick you up. It was the morning you were dreading. You didn’t want to go. You didn’t want to see him in that state, but it would allow his family to not bury an empty casket, but one with their relative in. At least there could be closure. At least you truly get closure.
Your arm was linked with Chris’ as he guided you towards the morgue. Dread was sipping into your system the closer you got to the room. A tear ran down your face as the two of you stood outside the room. Taking a deep breath, the both of you entered. Every sound became static as your eyes zoned in on the body covered in the white cloth. Chris was talking with the coroner about the body. Your feet guided you over to the table and your hand reached out for the cloth.
Pulling back the cloth became a chore. It was certainly Piers. Across one side of his face was dark veins – not blue, but black. They were extended from his eye reaching down the rest of his face. His skins was grey. Raising your hand, you placed it on his cheek. A sad smile came to your face as you thought about the multiple times you did it to him before. This was different though. His skin wasn’t warm, it was frozen. There was no life in him.
You didn’t realise you were crying until a hand was placed on your shoulder. Turning around your face was placed in Chris’ chest as you finally allowed it to sink it. To finally accept reality. Piers Nivans, your fiancé wasn’t coming home. He was truly dead.