Dark Nights, Black Days
By diddly day
A/N: I'm back. I'm writing a new chapter. I know that there is a huge shortage of these Eileen/Henry fics. So I'll keep on writing mine. I guess I should note that this is a romance story first. A horror story second. There may be some interaction between Henry and Eileen in this chapter. But it's all there to set up the atmosphere. And yes, there is kissing. But remember, I don't write sex scenes of any kind. This story is purely about the deeper love. So just chill out before I get angry reviews from readers who wanted to see them act kinky. Enjoy!
Chapter three:
Knock. . .Knock. . .Knock.
Mom!
Knock. . .Knock. . .Knock.
Mom! Mom! Open up!
Knock. . .Knock. . .Knock.
Mom! Let me in!
Eileen jerked her head towards the door of their Motel room. Who in the hell would be bothering them at this hour? Who knew they were here? She hadn't exactly advertised that they had gone away for the weekend. Sitting up in bed, she squinted through the dark at the small door across the room. The alarmclock next to their bed tinting the blackness with a faint red glow. Mutely, she listened for any repetitive pounding. The only sound that greeted her were fast hisses of raindrops that struck the pavement outside and Henry's soft breathing.
Whomever it was, they had left. Or had she imagined it? Had she been on the brink of floating into another morbid dreamlike state? Letting her head fall gently back onto her soft, warm pillow, Eileen resumed her place next to Henry.
She felt him shift next to her. Running a hand over her hot, sweaty face, Eileen blushed as she remembered the passion the two had shared just an hour earlier. Henry had never acted like that before. Usually, he would shyly kiss her and nuzzle her soft neck with his nose, letting her know what he wanted. Once and a while he would whisper that he loved her and glance at their bedroom. That always worked. Eileen was powerless to resist when he wooed her so subtly.
But not tonight.
Not able to suppress that small grin that traveled over her face, she turned her head on her pillow and gazed at Henry. Remembering the way he had touched her and kissed her. It was though he was desperate not to lose her.
The drive from the woods had been less than pleasant. She had expected that he was angry at her for her previous venture into the forest. The way his green eyes had glazed with terror in the dark was enough to make her feel ashamed for so abruptly leaving him. Only the small hum of the car was heard in the still blackness as they drove through the night. Both of them drenched in rain, and in fear. His face unreadable. Just pulling into the lonely motel of Silent Hill did Eileen know this was not going to be the relaxing vacation she had hoped for.
But as soon as the small door to their room had opened, did her husband fully surprise her. No time to utter a sound as she felt the rough stubble of his face graze over her soft cheeks. His smooth lips capturing hers with such craze, that Eileen dropped her bag and let out a startled gasp. The feel of his hands pressing her body firmly against his. Her heart fluttering wildly as his mouth tailed feverishly over her lips, neck, and shoulders. The wildness reflecting in those stormy sea eyes.
Before she could ask Henry what had come over him, he shut the door with his foot and finished what she had started in the car. No, he never acted like that.
He had been so spontaneous. So fiery. So intense.
And now she stared at the ceiling, savoring his hot breath surge over her throat. He was now drifting off. She could hear him inhale slowly. His eyelids fluttering slightly as he fell deeper and deeper into that other world that was only possessed by him.
At least one of them would be able to sleep tonight. No. Her nightmares would make sure of that. Eileen didn't want Henry to know how bad they were getting. She didn't want to tell him that he was beginning to pop up in her warped mind. And she didn't want him to sleep now. If he did, she'd be alone. All alone. . .
"Henry?"
Immediately, Eileen bit her lip with regret. The words had just erupted from her without warning. She had no wish to wake him for her own selfish reasons.
"Yeah?" he slurred beside her. Instantly she felt ashamed for trying to keep him up. Ashamed that her own silly nightmares would come first before him.
"Never mind," she whispered. "Go back to sleep."
At once, she felt his warm body slide closer to hers. The torridness of his skin brushing her figure. His hand was on her within seconds, roaming about her navel.
"No," Henry mumbled lazily against her collarbone. "What is it?"
She closed her eyes, turmoil snarled within her. Should she tell him the reason she woke him? Or lie and keep it to herself. As soon as she had asked the question, she knew the answer. Whereas foolish as it might seem to be frightened over an absurd dream, she knew she wouldn't. . .she couldn't lie to him.
"I'm scared," she whispered embarrassed.
Already, she was predicting his response. Of course he would groan. Tell her she was being senseless. And to go listen to some music if she was so afraid of sleep. Perhaps he would get up from the bed, irritated, and march off to the bathroom for some peace and quiet.
He didn't.
"What for?" His fingers were still massaging her belly, and his voice was a tad bit more alert. Eileen mentally scolded herself for thinking that Henry would treat her so disrespectfully. He had never, in the past, reacted as she had foretold.
"I don't want to go to sleep," she admitted shamefully. His hand moved from her stomach and traveled around her hip to her lower back, pulling her closer to him.
"I know." He moved his heave head off her shoulder and gazed down at her.
"You do?"
Unexpectedly, a small knot found it's way into her throat. She usually never discussed her nightmares with him so openly. Knowing that it would arouse this exact feeling that she tried so desperately to avoid. The stress, the weakness, confirming that she couldn't handle a simple dream. It was all too much. And at times, Eileen really began to believe that she was going insane.
Trying to speak, only to declare nothing. The lump was blocking all sound that would escape from her mouth. She tried again. . .and failed. Her lips twittered without her consent. Closing her lids, she fought the familiar stinging that tingled so intensely at the corner of her eyes. She was going to lose it. For the first time since she could remember, Eileen was going to cry.
This was all Henry's fault. Damn him for being so understanding. Damn him to Hell for loving her so much!
Turning her head aside so he wouldn't see her break down, she bit her bottom lip, praying he'd look away. Instead, she felt his lips journey over her throat. Inhaling quickly with surprise, she struggled not to weep right there. Everything was falling around her. Her guard was unwrapping, and she had no idea how she would recover from this horrid vulnerability.
Her mind didn't have to think for long. Henry began to linger hot, yet gentle kisses over her jaw, cheeks, and finally her ear.
"Relax." The scorching wind from his mouth swept over her already burning skin. "Eileen," he rubbed her back with his large hands and placed his sizzling lips over hers. Only to pull away. "Relax."
Sheer heat burst within her, so thick she could feel it radiating off her face. All the while Henry, who's heart she felt beat faster, grazed her earlobe with his mouth. The stress of before seeping out of her like a draining sponge. She moaned when he ventured down to her neck once again. Passing her hand over his shoulders, she curled her fingers in his hair.
Closing her eyes, Eileen let herself indulge in his affection. His charming kisses, sometimes sloppy, sometimes firm, seared her flesh. Not able to resist his lips tasting hers, twisting and turning. Savoring his rich scent. Opening her mouth. The feel of his smooth tongue. Just listening to his steady breathing was enough to drive her mad. A flash of lightning lit the room briefly. Followed by a soft clap of thunder.
Everything about him. His flavor, his touch, could put her in a stupor in which no other man had ever been able to induce. Running his tongue over her top lip, she pouted. Telling him she wanted his mouth completely over hers. She wanted to be rushed away. To a state where she didn't worry about nightmares. He obliged, kissing her devilishly and profoundly.
Then it changed.
His lips were no longer tender and worshiping. They no longer held the love and sweetness that was her husband. His kisses were fast. Demanding. Somehow, his mouth had become rougher. Chapped lips cutting hers. His hands gripped her wrists, turning her fingers to snow.
A familiar sensation was now taking over her body. Like an animal, it rose inside of her telling her to get away, to get out. The cool electricity spinning down her, trembling, quaking. Filling her chest with grisly dread. It was fear. Real fear. Fear that she had not felt. Not since she had been. . .
Eileen wrenched her mouth from him.
"Stop!" she whimpered to Henry. Her intuition ringing alarms throughout her being. "Please stop!"
He lifted his head away from hers. She opened her eyes and saw, not her husband, but a stranger. His long, greasy hair hung in his eyes. The blood that stained his face dribbled thinly over her neck. Those grey, dim eyes piercing the fear that was screaming in the back of her mind. That slight smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth turned her to ice.
But what frightened her the most, was the long overcoat that dangled over his frame.
It was him.
Unable to speak, she stared at that haggard face. The face she had spent so many nights dreaming about. All the screams, the pain, the panic, rising from her. And now the devil was staring her in the face. Ready to finish. Ready to kill. Sill, she had to know.
"W-who a-a-re y-you?" Her shaking hands were numb in his grip.
He peered back. The most calm expression lingering on that terrible face. Still smiling oddly, he bent his harsh features closer to her. His putrid breath filling her head.
"My names Walter," he said calmly. "Walter Sullivan."
That was it. A terrible sound echoed in the room. The cold now froze and she wished that awful blaze would stop. She never wished to hear that sharp sound again. It wasn't until that her throat burned, and her lungs ran out of air,that Eileen realize that it was her own terrorized scream.
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Henry stared down at his wife. Her shrieking startled him. All the man inside of him awake. Springing away from her, he fell off the bed, snapping his head wildly in every direction. The room was empty. He squinted, trying to make out any movement, any object that might seem suspicious.
Eileen's shrills were so blaring, the walls were sure to fall around them. She had been so collected before as she let him kiss her to sleep. Her muscles had eased under his fingers. Still, there had been no sign that she had fallen asleep. His attempts to relax her were failing. He could feel her kissing him back. Responding to him.
However, she did stop. He could hear her mutter something softly under her breath. Henry had just assumed she was whispering to him. Telling him she loved him. There had been so much tenderness. Trying his best he could to make her swoon, he adoringly kissed her collarbone. Nestling his nose over her skin.
That's when she started screaming.
His first reaction was that she had seen someone in the room. But standing in the middle of it now, he knew that wasn't the case. Wrapping a sheet around his waist, he tugged the door open. The coolness of the rain greeting him with a blast of wind almost pushing the door back on its hinges. Harsh whistling of the air welcomed his sweaty, scared body. A wet, fresh smell penetrated his nostrils. Gazing through the shower that drenched the parking lot, there was no trace of another human. And through all his, Eileen was still screeching, and now, beginning to cry.
The door to the room next to their hurdled open. A short, bald man stuck his head out and glared in the direction of the loud noise. His eyes fell on Henry. They were alarmed and tired. Twisting his mouth down, he winced at the cutting pitch of her shouts.
"Is everything okay?" the stranger asked. Henry looked around again. Scanning his surroundings the best he could for an intruder. It was hard to believe that all this was happening in a matter of seconds.
"I don't know," he muttered honestly and shortly shut the door to attend to his frightened wife.
Kneeling slowly on the bed so not to jolt her, he warmly slid his large hands around her small frame. Her fists struck him at once. The harsh knuckles of her hand ramming into his chest. Henry winced at the power of her.
"Shhhh!" he hushed. "Eileen!" He remembered doing this once. Saying these same things not so long ago.
As soon as he let his voice fill the room, Eileen softened her blows. Her screams dying to a woeful sob. Henry bent down and held her gently to him. He could feel her wet cheeks on his shoulder as her hot tears slid down his chest and stomach. Holding her back, he rocked her. She replied by cloaking her arms around him. Her shuddering shape wracked with fear.
"Eileen," he soughed in her ear. "Eileen what happened?" Had she fallen asleep? Had she seen another repressed memory?
She didn't answer. The only sound he could hear was of her weeping. He could feel her tugging him closer to her. All he knew was that she was plunging her face deeper into his skin. Her fingers snaked into his hair. Gasping and howling, he tried to comfort her. But he was still confused. Confused as to what she had so terribly witnessed.
"Please tell me what's wrong." Henry hated pleading. Even so, this was not a time to worry about pride.
"Henry!" she sobbed. She moved her palms over his shoulders and back. "Henry I saw him!" Her voice was muffled. The sensation of her lips moving over his chest as she spoke, the touch of her teeth stirring behind her mouth. There was something amazingly sensual about it. He scolded himself. Now was not the time.
"Saw who?" Why was he asking so many questions? From the moment they had set out here, the vast majority of words from his mouth were questions. Why should inquire so much when he knew all the answers?
It took her a moment to reply. But she did.
"Walter," she choked. Henry wasn't aware that he had stopped rocking her. "Walter Sullivan."
Now it was his turn not to speak. That, however, didn't matter. Eileen was now crying against him. Telling him everything he already knew.
"He was the man who attacked me. Remember? That's how we first really met. He was why I was in the hospital. He was the one who hurt me. The one who made me like this." She shook and cried. "The man with the coat."
Something broke inside of him, and he grabbed her.
"There's no Walter," he stated firmly. "Eileen, you were just dreaming. You were falling asleep as we kissed, and you just dreamt it. That's all. There's no man named Walter Sullivan."
He forced her to look into his eyes. If she did that, she'd see his confidence.
But he wasn't confident. That, she did see.
"Why is this happening to me?" her harsh trembling was now down to a dull shiver. Tears no longer fell from her eyes, but clung to them, making her look weary. "Is this what happens when someone suffers posttraumatic-stress?" Henry rested his chin on her head and rubbed her arms.
"I'm not sure." He could smell her hair. Like rain. If only Walter hadn't made her one of his victims. She could sleep peacefully and not worry about those hidden recollections. "I wish that had never happened to you," he said aloud. Eileen sniffed.
"If it hadn't, I wouldn't have married you." She slipped her fingers into his. "You wouldn't have visited me in the hospital. We wouldn't have started dating and fallen in love." Trying her best, she peered her shy, watering eyes into his. "I suppose that makes it worth while."
She quivered and clung to him.
"Sometimes," she whispered, "I really feel like I'm losing my mind."
"You're not."
And he kissed her. She kissed him back. Her tear-stained face rubbing softly over his. He wanted her again. But he knew, as always, that she need her rest. She needed to get away from this insanity. If only for a short while.
"You need sleep," he sighed disappointed when the kiss was over. For the first time that night, something in her face changed. Henry had no idea what it was. . .but he liked it.
"Exhaust me tonight." Her eyes grew wide in the dark. "Wear me out." She brushed her mouth over his cheek. "Help me sleep. If you want to."
He regarded her. A fierce hunger over taking his senses. Tipping her head back, he caught her lips with his. More than willing to accepted her challenge.
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"Henry, put that camera away."
Eileen turned her head aside, making sure her sunglasses were secure on her face. She hated it when he brought out that stupid thing.
"Eileen, this is my job! This is what I do for a living." She knew he was pointing it at her. "After all, I do have an eye for beauty."
She grinned. For the most part, Henry was a very introverted man. But sometimes, when the mood was right. The atmosphere light, he would become loose and free. And she liked seeing him like that. Because he only acted like that with her.
Looking over the cool lake, Eileen leaned over the edge to stare at the blue water. For some reason, just viewing it made her feel a little less hot. She removed her glasses to get a better vista of the lake. This park was so nice. The perfect place for meditation. A great place to just get away and think. It was odd that such a heavy storm could it the small resort town the night before, and fade entirely the next morning. Making Silent Hill look like paradise.
Click.
"Henry!" She spun around, resting her back on the rim. There he stood. His large camera resting in his hands. The object veiling his face as he peered through the small lense.
"Come on," he grinned. Letting the camera hang from the strap around his neck, he eyed her intently. "I have a bunch of pictures of Silent Hill in our apartment. You might as well be in one of them." He then waved his hand over to the water. "Besides, it's a lovely lake."
Eileen opened her mouth to respond.
"It is a lovely lake," said a soft, low voice from beside her. Henry and Eileen both turned their eyes to a small old man sitting peacefully on one of the park's benches. "I'm sure that was a great shot, especially with your wife in it."
He reminded her of someone she might see in the south. His well dressed appearance sparked a memory of the time she had visited Savanna when she was still in College. The strangers face was gentle, yet tan. Magnifying the lines that drooped over his worn features. Then, he smiled at them, and Eileen couldn't help herself from smiling back. Grabbing his cane, he struggled to get up and hobbled over to the couple.
"How did you know she was my wife?" Henry questioned, moving his body closer to Eileen. The old man laughed and pointed at her finger.
"The sun can catch on many a thing. But it can't resist the wedding ring," he recited. Extending his wrinkled hand, he grinned broadly. "Good to see a nice young couple enjoying the lake. So much of it's beauty has been wasted on old folks like me."
Henry shook his hand politely. "We usually don't come here."
"We never come here," Eileen corrected, taking her turn to grasp the strangers hand. He laughed and nodded his head over the rim of the water.
"Such a wonderful thing, with such a tragic history," he muttered. "Name's Jake Shepherd."
"Nice to meet you." Eileen netted her eyebrows together. "What do you mean? What kind of history did this lake have?"
By this time, Jake's grin had vanished. He rubbed his hand over his mouth and frowned. "Many people have died out here. Entire families. Even boats have–"
"Disappeared," Henry finished. Jake nodded.
"You know the stories." He then turned his gaze to Eileen.
"Stories?" She looked from Henry to Jake. The two seemed to have some unspoken understanding. Jake balanced himself with his cane while Henry slipped his hand around her.
"Strange things have happened. They say it's dangerous to sail here when the fog sets in." Eileen leaned her head in to listen more. "A long time ago, I think the papers said it was 1918, a boat name the Little Baroness failed to return to port. No one ever saw it again."
The air around them became darker. Thick clouds wafted slowly over the bright sky, making the sun hidden from the rest of the town. A cool breeze swept behind Eileen's hair, causing a small shiver to run down her spine.
"Couldn't it have just sunk?" she asked. "I'm sure accidents have to happen every once in a while."
Jake closed his eyes and inclined his head as though he were considering her theory. Henry, however, had gripped her waist a tad bit firmer. She could tell he didn't like where this conversation was going.
"Well, yeah. I suppose. But the strange thing is, in 1939 something terrible happened. I was only a young boy of eight, but I do remember it."
"What?" Jake shook his head.
"Best you not know." He took off his sunhat and rubbed his bald head. "The thing is, sometimes this town scares me. I swear, I have so many stories I could tell. The time the orphanage burnt down. People said it was an accident. But they couldn't fool me. And a few years ago, we had these awful murders. Two little children were killed playing in the street. Poor things."
The look on her face must have been very telling, for Jake reached out and patted her softly on the hand.
"But no point frightening you ma'am. For the most part, this town is very nice. And people come from all over just to experience it's calm reputation. But like every old place, it has its dark underbelly." He picked up his cane, ready to leave the two. "It's been nice meeting you."
"Likewise."
Henry shook his hand once more. But all Eileen could manage was a slight smile. All the years she had come here with her father, she had never known of Silent Hill's terrifying past. For the first time since they had set foot here, she had a small understanding of just why Henry seemed so unattached to this place.
As they watched the curious man hamper away, she no longer felt hot. Snuggling closer to Henry, she threw another glance at the lake. It no longer seemed as ravishing as it had earlier. The vibrant blue now looked dull and grey. She could imagine all those dead, lost bodies. Watching all the boats that pass overhead. Seeing everything in the deep, black water.
"You know what that guy was talking about?" she asked her husband. He looked down at her and placed a soft kiss on her forehead.
"I've heard a few stories," he muttered. "Mostly rumors. Nothing really to worry about." She felt him push her back as they paced down the rustic walkway of the small park.
"Where did you hear all these stories?" His camera was swinging around his neck, slightly swatting her as they walked. Henry shrugged.
"Last time I came here, I guess." they passed a little boy running with a hotdog in his hand, and a balloon in the other. Eileen smiled, she wanted to be a mother. "But it doesn't matter. They're just that. Stories. They probably help attract the tourists."
"The Ghosts of Silent Hill," Eileen whispered.
"I don't believe in ghosts," he sounded confident, but his eyes held differently. He caught her staring at him carefully and looked away.
"Listen," his voice held a hint of despair. "I don't want you getting caught up in all this stuff. These people like to mess with your head. It helps them sell their souvenirs. Your fear assists their profit."
"Since when do you care about my head?" she smiled at him as they stopped walking.
"I always care about your head, Eileen." His fingers found her elbows. He stroked her sleeves and took a step closer to her. "We came here to relax and get away from it all. This weekend is supposed to be about us. Don't forget about me."
She grabbed his waist and gazed up at him. "After last night, how could I forget you?"
He laughed.
"I'm glad you said that."
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"Are you okay Henry?" Eileen shouted into the men's restroom. Another shriek from the roller coaster behind her made her jump. Now; as she watched the ride twist and turn, making fast loops, she felt rotten for having convinced him to ride with her.
"Yeah," he echoed weakly back. "I hate those rides." The sound of him rinsing his mouth and spitting into the sink greeted her. Eileen winced.
"I'm sorry," and she meant it. "I didn't think you'd get sick."
He rounded the corner. His face looking pale, and his forehead slicked with sweat. Smiling faintly at her, he popped another mint between his lips.
"It's fine." She smiled back at patted his belly.
"I never knew you had such a weak stomach." The orange tint of the fading sun behind him softened her heart a tad bit. At last, since they got to this town, she felt extremely unwound.
"I didn't use to. I guess I'm getting old." Checking his watch, he looked down at her. "Well, since I lost most of my lunch, let's go get some dinner."
Letting her hand fall from him, she grabbed his and to look at his watch. It was getting a little late. And though she loved this town, she wasn't so sure she wanted to be caught here after dark. She'd much rather be in her safe motel room enjoying Henry's "company." As she veered her body towards the amusement park, she was attacked by a scary, broad, pink monster.
"Ah!" It knocked its claws into her side. She dropped her purse in surprise.
"Sorry lady," grunted the curt voice inside the Robbie the Rabbit suit. He lumbered away, his usually pointy ears flopping wildy as he paced around the corner.
"That is one bad bunny," Henry stated as he watched the animal disappear. Eileen grunted.
"Yeah, and to think I used to have his doll sit on my bed." She bent down to snag her purse off the ground.
Reaching out, she grabbed her purple handbag that she carried to diligently with her at all times. Not bothering to notice at first the garbage that stuck to it as she brought it up and slung it around her arm. That was until the sharp edges of the paper poked her delicate skin. Wrapping her hands around the large piece of trash, she flexed her fingers, ready to crumple it and throw it away.
Then she saw a few squiggles marked with crayon. Unfolding the paper a little neater than it had been before, she smoothed away the edges and stared at the paper.
It was a child's drawing.
The picture, showed a stick figure. His neck too long for his body. A messy grin on his round face and two dots for eyes. An untidy blue line was held above the supposed child's head. Like an arrow pointing at one end to the boy, the other had misspelled letter that formed the word "Me." A happy sun was colored poorly at the corner of the paper.
Next to the child, was a much taller figure. The long wiggles that fell from the head indicated that it was a woman. She, aside from the height and hair, look exactly like the little boy. However; her eyebrows were turned in, and instead of a smile, her mouth was formed what looked like jagged mountains. Her expression was fierce. The drawing of the boy's hand reached out toward the woman. But the woman was not doing the same. A shorter line above her head was written It read simply "Mommy."
Not a very happy Mommy, that was for sure. Eileen frowned as her eyes traveled over the paper. She had once heard that children's art often expresses what the child is feeling. It won't lie, or exaggerate. All the answers you need can be told in an innocent picture. If this Mommy wasn't happy in the drawing, she probably wasn't happy in real life either.
That poor little boy.
For some reason, Eileen wanted to cry again.
"What's that?" Henry asked as he looked over her shoulder at the torn little piece of paper.
His parents just threw him away.
"It's nothing," she muttered. But she knew Henry watched as she folded the paper as though it were a precious document and place it in her purse. "Lets get something to eat."
"Okay," his voice was soft and he held her hand tenderly as they walked out of the park.
I've got to help him. . .
To be Continued. . . .
A/N: Well, I hoped you guys liked that. I know it may have been a little boring. But hey! It's not like you are paying anything to read it! It's free! I really didn't know where I was going with this story. I had to brainstorm like crazy. Yeah, I know I'm milking the amnesia aspect of it. But it would be so vanilla if I didn't.
Thanks again to all you sweet people who reviewed. Those mean the world to me.
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StilesGirl: I'm very happy that you didn't find anything wrong with the story. I am always beating myself up incase I spelt something wrong. It's like it taints my mood. I'm even happier that you got the effect I was going for. The part where the boy darts past Henry's window. You seem like you are very intelligent. And I know many people who would love to see Henry and Eileen getting it on (me included) but I just don't write that kind of stuff. I even checked this chapter to make sure what I was writing didn't seem pornographic. Because when you are writing it in the moment, you just see it as it's happening. And I was making sure it was appropriate. Thank you for the awesome review! You are so nice to me!
Hayla A. Canter: I'm happy you think my fic is good. There just aren't many fics about these two. It's a really shame. I couldn't imagine the two with anyone else. Thank again!
XcrimsonX: Wow Thank you! I will keep writing. I'm just glad you took the time to read it! Thank you again!
Innocent passerby: Last but not least. Thank you! I think Eileen may remember a few things eventually. It must be really hard for Henry to keep all that stuff in. But I'm so stoked that you liked it! Thank you so much!
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