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by James Sunderland (fallen_james)
at September 23rd, 2006 (09:29 pm)

Who: James and... ? [open]
What: The only Silent Hill survivor left in Desai mourns.
Where: Graveyard.
When: Middle of the night.
Warnings: James!angst.

James walked amoung the headstones of the cemetery, idly, listlessly tracing a path around the grounds with no real destination in mind. It didn't seem to matter, if he was there or not... since he no longer had the purpose he'd carved out for himself. He thought he had it figured out. He was going to take care of Maria and Angela, and instead, he'd damned them, doomed them, and dragged them down to the lowest depths, trapped them in that place, that Otherworld.

What was he to do now?

There was no starting over. No new beginning. This would haunt him for a good deal longer, the days and nights stretching out into endlessness.

He no longer had a reason to exist. He belonged here, amoung the dead. He reached out and placed his hand upon the cold marble shoulder of a carved saint. It was only a matter of time before he joined them, these ranks. Perhaps he was better served coming to them sooner rather than later.

It wasn't a new notion.


Posted by: --- (rosenrotxx)
Posted at: September 27th, 2006 02:18 am (UTC)

It didn't seem Lady was going to give up anytime soon, moving away, up until the girl stood right in front of him. She forced her blue and red eyes on his face, even in the dark, "You can't quit. Who said that you couldn't rectify your sins now?" Oh, she just wasn't good at this at all. She wasn't him, but Lady was still going to try talking sense into him.

"We all lose the ones we love, however, that doesn't mean we quit or give up on life if they're not here," Yes, that's what mother would have wanted. "That other form of yourself is gone. You need to keep going, James. You can't be possibly thinking this-" It was on the tip of her tongue, like it was poison to utter it, "-Because of...Mary."

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