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The head of the snake had been severed. Uroboros would devour not a single living soul on the planet now, thanks to the valiant efforts of Chris Redfield and his partner, Sheva Alomar.
With the fact that the Earth was safe, Chris should've been celebrating, but as he watched his lover writhe and scream in agony on the concrete, he felt his heart clench in his chest and he couldn't stop himself from running over and kneeling down beside the man, speaking to him soothingly despite the cries of protest from his partner as he lifted the blond's head and cradled him in his arms like he was the most precious thing in the entire universe.
"Chris, get away from him! You'll get yourself killed!"
Sheva's worried cries were in vain as Chris remained where he was, kneeling with Wesker in his arms, reassuringly whispering things to him like, "it'll be over soon. I promise." Or "stop struggling. Please. You're only making yourself suffer more." Teary blue eyes closed tightly as Wesker's twitching calmed. Only slight tremors coursed through him as he began to hyperventilate quietly.
Chris truly couldn't believe this was how things were really going to end between them.
With death.
Though really, as soon as Chris found out about his love being on the wrong side in 1998, he knew that things would inevitably end this way. But now he was actually seeing his lover die, that it was actually happening at that very moment. It all seemed so unreal. The BSAA agent couldn't quite grasp what was happening, and he felt detached from reality, like he was in a dream or in some sick hallucination.
But he wasn't.
Wesker was really, truly dying.
Dying right there in his arms.
"What are you doing!?" Sheva called once again in a panic. "Leave him!"
"No! Never again!" Shouted Chris in horror, looking up at her as tears began to freely flow from his eyes. Sheva, however, took a few steps forward, about to try to convince Chris to leave the man he loved, but Chris wasn't having any of it. "Look. Just go and check that bomber." He pleaded. "I'll be fine. Just go!"
Reluctantly, Sheva nodded, muttering a halfhearted, "roger." Then rushed off to the aforementioned bomber. Giving Chris the privacy he wanted so he could properly speak with his beloved without having to worry about Sheva hearing private details that only he and Wesker were allowed to know about.
As soon as Sheva was out of sight, Chris' blues focused on the blond in his arms who was staring up at him, still breathing heavily. "Wesker." Chris ever so softly said, "can you hear me?"
Wesker didn't reply. His inhuman eyes continued to stare at him, almost through him. Chris didn't know if he could see or hear him at all.
Regardless, Chris continued to talk to him, every word coming from the heart. "I didn't want things to end like this for us, Wesker. I had so much in store for us. There were places I wanted to take you too and things I wanted to do with you. But here we are... I truly wish things could have been different for me and you. Truly, I do. I hope that in the next life, if there is such a thing, that you and I can be happy together, living out that life we dreamed about in the 90s." Taking a calming breath, Chris spoke loud and clear, "I'll always love you, Albert. Despite everything. You'll always be in my heart and my thoughts."
A small smile grew on the blond's lips and he tilted his head to the side to look at Chris better. "My dear Christopher... You never cease to amaze me. After all that's been said and done between us, you can still speak so sweetly to me." He hummed weakly. Wesker's cold stare turned into a gentle gaze as he managed to croak, "whatever did I do to deserve such a loyal man like yourself?" He trailed off, breaking into a coughing fit then gasped for air. His coughs soon subsided, and he inhaled and exhaled, his smile returning faintly to his lips. "Dearheart, it's such a shame that things must end this way. You and I could have been gods, ruling this planet together. Tell me, why did you refuse my offer? My future for us?"
Chris brought Wesker up closer as he spoke. "Becoming a god isn't the future I wanted with you. The future I wanted with you was the one we always talked about late at night in the far past. Do you remember it?"
Wesker chuckled, rolling his eyes, "of course I remember it. We spoke of living in a little house in a town by the sea in some quiet part of England." His orange eyes glowed softly as the memory came back to him vividly. "I remember that this dream house would have had a porch with a swing chair that we'd sit and talk on in the light of dawn whilst we sipped at fine wine and smoked the highest quality cigarettes together. We'd also have a big garden in the back fit with a dog kennel for that husky you always wanted... I also recall that you and I would be married and we would grow old together in that little house by the sea." He stopped talking, going deathly quiet before whispering, "it was a nice dream we had. Wasn't it, Chris?"
"Yeah." Replied Chris quietly, choking back a sob that threatened to claw its way out of his throat, "I hope you know that we could have had that life if only you'd-"
"Shh, don't, dearheart. Let's not go there." He smiled sadly. "What's done is done. Nothing can change that." Wesker reached up and cupped Chris' cheek in his hand, looking at him with the utmost tenderness, then leaned up and pressed a single loving kiss to his lips.
Then he suddenly went limp, laying back in Chris' hold as the glow in his orange eyes flickered as he stared up at the night sky. "I'm cold Chris..." Wesker's voice sounded robotic, and it sent a chill down Chris' spine. But what he said after that made Chris' entire body freeze up. "Has Brad left the door open again? Where's Jill? Is she late? And Barry and Joseph, where are they? They should be back from that assignment by now."
Chris swallowed hard, more tears spilling from his eyes as he realised that in his final moments, Wesker was hallucinating that he was back in the happiest time of his life.
"Where are they, Chris? And can you please close that door? It's so cold in here." Wesker continued, still unblinkingly staring up at the sky above him.
Doing his best to sound happy, Chris forced out, "everyone's out on assignments, Captain. They'll be back soon. And don't worry, I'll close the door for you."
Orange eyes closed as Wesker sighed contently. "I hope they're back soon. I have another assignment for them. Speaking of assignments. Have you filed all those papers I gave you, Chris?"
"Yes, Captain." He nodded, pulling his love closer and burying his nose in his hair. "I've filed them all."
A ragged chuckle escaped the other, and he replied with a breathless. "Good man. You make me so proud, Chris... So... Proud. I'll see you after... Work."
He fell silent and Chris knew very well what that meant.
Wesker had once again died in his arms, just like he did back on that fateful night in July 1998.
But this time he wouldn't be coming back. The final page on Chris Redfield and Albert Wesker had been written and the book on them had been closed.