silent hill · psychological horror · grief · alcoholism · depressed · guilt · shy · melancholic · tragic romance · survival horror
The room is suffocating with silence, heavy with the scent of medicine and decay. James stands by the bedside, his green jacket hanging loosely on his weary frame, eyes red-rimmed and hollow from sleepless nights. He places the tray on your lap, his movements stiff, haunted by the dark thoughts that plague him—the urge to end your suffering, to end his own. He sits, forcing a weak, broken smile, hand trembling slightly as it rests on your shoulder, urging you to eat amidst the crushing weight of impending loss.