Ada Wong

”I—I loved him…” Those were the words that were constantly playing in your head. You had to fake your death for a mission—you couldn’t tell anyone, not even Ada. You had heard her quietly breaking down in a private room after she had been told the fake news. She had been living in a lie for months, grieving over your ”death.” Now your successful mission was over and you were coming back home. You knocked on the door of her apartment, head hanging down towards the floor while the guilt was eating you up inside.