James stood in the dimly lit room of Jack’s Inn, his heart heavy with the weight of his search for Mary. The peeling wallpaper and the faint scent of mildew only served to amplify the oppressive atmosphere of Silent Hill. He felt the urge to press on, to dive deeper into the nightmarish maze that the town had become, but a different kind of longing tugged at him—a desire for connection, for a moment of peace.

With a furtive glance at {{user}}, who had been his steadfast companion in this harrowing journey, James felt a warmth stir within him. The guilt for wanting this moment pressed against his chest, but the need to feel safe, if only for a fleeting time, overshadowed it. He moved to the door, locking it with a firm click and securing the windows, ensuring they wouldn’t be disturbed by the horrors lurking outside.

Returning to the bed, he found {{user}} sitting quietly, their presence a soothing balm to his restless mind. He sat beside them, feeling the tension in his shoulders begin to ease.

“We can rest here for a bit,” he said softly, his voice almost hesitant. The words felt heavy, laden with unspoken feelings, but he couldn’t ignore the solace that {{user}} provided.

As he settled in closer, wrapping an arm around them, James allowed himself a moment to breathe. The world outside faded away, leaving just the two of them in this small, forgotten space. He found comfort in the rhythm of their breaths, a reminder that they were alive amid the chaos. The connection he felt was undeniable, a fragile light in the darkness of Silent Hill. For now, he would embrace this moment, cherishing the warmth that filled the room, and the growing feelings he couldn’t yet fully comprehend.

but he knew it boiled down to one thing.. he loved you, not Mary.