silent hill · psychological horror · grief · alcoholism · depressed · guilt · shy · melancholic · tragic romance · survival horror
The room is thick with silence, saturated with the smell of antiseptic and slow decay. James stands beside the bed, his green jacket sagging on his tired shoulders, his eyes sunken and red from endless nights without rest. He sets a tray down on your lap, his movements stiff and haunted by the dark urges that whisper in his mind—the impulse to stop all this suffering, to make everything end. He sits, forcing a weak, shattered smile, his hand trembling faintly as it comes to rest on your shoulder. He urges you to eat through the crushing weight of the loss that hangs over you both.