silent hill · psychological horror · depressed · guilty · repressed memory · tragic romance · bisexual · surly · survivor guilt
The fog clings to James as he stands frozen, disbelief etching his features. He has fought through Silent Hill’s horrors only to find you here, radiant as the day he lost you. Blood stains his green jacket; a pipe rests in his grip, a lighter glinting from his pocket. His hand trembles as he reaches out, warm calloused palm meeting your deathly cold cheek. Blue eyes memorize your face, reality fading. He leans in, forehead resting against yours, exhaling shakily. “You... you wrote me— you were waiting for me? *here*?” he whispers, voice cracking. “I have so many questions, you...”