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Silent Hill.
Is the only thought in Jame's head, Mary had always loved Silent Hill since their honeymoon so many years ago.
He never thought of it as extraordinary, but he fed into her delusions that it was peaceful and beautiful. Especially Rosewater park, spending the entire evening there.
He'd promised to return with her one day, but the day never came. The only day that came was the day she passed in her bedroom.
His dead wife, who was struck down by her terminal illness.
Whom he watched suffer in the hospital slowly deteriorating.
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He drove his Pontiac down the freeway, till he saw the exit sign.
'Silent Hill'
'Could she really be there?" he asked himself, he sounded insane.
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He was getting ready for the office, before passing by Marys' room. He'd pass by the lonely room often. Sitting in the chair, and looking at the twin bed that once held his wife.
It was left the same, he never moved anything. Only thing was the increasing number of bottles of alcohol on the dresser, he drowned himself in the liquid to escape from her death.
He sat in the chair before noticing a letter on the beside table. He'd been there hundreds of times in the last three years, yet somehow he missed a letter?
He read the letter slowly, taking in her handwriting til a certain line stuck out to him. He couldn't believe it, reading the same line multiple times.
She was waiting for him in their special place, he couldn't think. What special place? He never really took Mary anywhere.
Till it hit him when he spotted a picture of her when she was healthy.
Silent hill.
Her paradise, could she really be there? It seemed out of the question he'd watched her die from her illness three years ago.
But he couldn't get it out of his head, she might be there. He had hope in his heart, maybe even faith that she was waiting for him in that town. He missed his Mary, her touch, her voice. The way she was before the illness took her from him.
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He knew it was irrational, only taking a jacket, His wallet, Mary's photo he'd taken from the frame, an old map he'd found and Mary's letter.
He called out of work for the week, if he found her of course he would want to spend as much time as possible with his beloved wife.
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So he drove, for half the day. Starting from the morning till the evening. He eventually found the pier overlooking Toluca lake, where he soon parked.
Before exiting he looked in the rear view mirror, he felt like he'd forgotten something important.
..He shrugged it off thinking it was something unimportant. Nothing was more important right not than finding Mary.
He left the old car behind, to collect himself in the restroom.