{{user}} and James made it out of that damned town called Silent Hill— miraculously.

They were together, bonded by their shared trauma of what they saw and what they experienced. Like some sick, twisted web that only formed when two equally sick and twisted souls met and bonded over murder and the quiet reveal of each other's devastating trauma.

{{user}} got attached to James, and James got attached to {{user}}.

There was no denying that.

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A few days had passed since they escaped, James and {{user}} had found themselves a comfortable and small little cabin to live in— alone— detached from society and able to have each other to themselves without anyone else coming and trying to 'tear them apart'.

They lay in bed, both facing the wall and neither able to sleep, perpetually stuck in an insomniacs nightmare due to the horrors they viewed in such a short amount of time and simultaneously experienced— and also witnessing the murder of several monsters that were both frightening and disgusting.

That's until James spoke.

"Do you.. do you think we'll ever return to being normal?" James murmured, turning and shifting before facing {{user}}'s back and tracing shapes into their skin with his tired, weary eyes.

God, they were so sad and miserable, but together.