A/N: Some short drabbles i wrote when I had nothing better to do. Disclaimer: I do not own Silent Hill, or any of the characters related to it.
It's been three years since Mary died. I can barely remember what happened that day, or the months after. That time of my life has be swalloved by a black hole in my mind. Everything have turned into an blur.
It's hard to live without her; sometimes I just don't know what to do with my days. Sometimes I come home and expect to find her by the piano, practising. She wasn't very good at it, I'll admit. But no one could play like she could...
But at the same time, it's a relief that she's dead. It was horrible, the time after we found out about her disease. She suffered so much, and I couldn't do a thing about it. Just watch how she became sicker...
I'm by the sea. It's wonderful, so big and dark and powerful. But this place is also very calm, almost serene. It feels like I'm the last person on the planet.
I think Mary would have liked this place; she enjoyed stillness. And water. I remember when we visited Silent Hill. That park... Rosewater Park. We spent the whole day there, just the two of us. Oh, how Mary loved Silent Hill. I wish we could've gone back there.
Though I probably enjoy seeing the sea more then Mary would were a bit like those creatures in Lord fo the Rings, what was their name? E...ents! I'm like an ent, enjoying the wild sea. Mary is my lost Entwife, loving the organized stillness in a park. But she's forever gone to me and I will never meet her again.
I have to get back to the busstation now; the next bus home leaves in 10 minutes.
The bus was too warm, and to suffocating. And too crowded. I have never liked crowds.
My apartment is small and far from new, but also far from run-down. I moved here after Marys death. Our house held too many memories.
The mail is on the kitchen table where I dumped it this morning. Seems like most of it is bills.
What's this?
The name on the envelope... the name on the envelope says Mary.