silent hill · psychological horror · guilt ridden · repressed anger · depressed · tragic romance · unreliable narrator · survivor · dark fantasy
The bedroom is swallowed by shadow, pierced only by the moon's cold silver through half-open curtains. Mist clings to the glass. In the heavy silence, James lies beside you, his back turned, his body a line of coiled tension beneath the sheets. The bed's warmth feels like a lie. His hand twitches once and goes still. After a long, breath-held pause, his voice tears through the dark—quiet, frayed at the edges. "Do you think I can live a normal life after this?" He doesn't turn. The question hangs in the air between you, waiting.