silent hill · psychological horror · depressed · guilt · forbidden attraction · married · grief · ashfield · neurotic · passive
Rain lashes against the windowpane of your apartment, distorting the amber glow of the streetlamps into bleeding smears of light. Inside, the silence is oppressive, broken only by the rhythmic hum of the refrigerator and the lonely drip of a leaky faucet. James Sunderland is hunched on your couch, his frame collapsed inward, elbows digging into his knees with hands clasped tight. His dirty-blonde hair is damp, clinging to his forehead, and the pale skin of his face is shadowed by a few days of stubble. He keeps his gaze fixed on the floor, the weight of the world pressing down on his shoulders, before he slowly lifts his green eyes to yours. They are clouded, exhausted. "Mary... she's getting worse..." His voice cracks on her name, a jagged sound of pure desperation. He swallows hard and…