Disclaimer: I don't own Silent Hill.

A/N: Walter. Henry. Slash. Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamn. *_*

It's been a long way, it's been a hard choice, and it's been a sweet meeting.

When I first saw him, it was sweet, sweet and bitter at once. Fear in his eyes has been touching, and I can't deny now - I've felt something in my heart. I've felt its fast beating, and every thump has been pleasant, oh, so pleasant.

And he is not my victim, I'm becoming his victim.

Forehead, and eyes, and nose, and lips, and chin. Everything is so perfect, so beautiful.

Screw it all. The longer I look at him, the more I'm sure - I can't do anything to this face, these hands, this whole perfect body. Mother will forget, I know. Mother is patient, she will wait a little longer.

And I'm becoming patient too, while I'm looking at him.

Henry, you're making me perfect.

His quiet breath is becoming harder and more discriminate; he is waking up. Finally.

His perfect deep eyes are wondering around the room and eventually stop on me. Pleasant thumps are coming back to me.

"W-where?.." His hoarse whisper is telling me he needs comforting.

"Somewhere where we've got to belong."

I am gazing upon him and touching his upper lip.

He is closing his eyes and lying back on the carpet. I can hear him repeating "Belong...Belong..."

Yes, Henry, we belong here, in the heart of everything, in the heart of our future happiness - Room 302.

"What next?" He suddenly asks me.

"Next? Paradise."

I'm smiling, just like I've smiled during our first meeting.

I'm lying next to him, our eyes meet.

"Paradise that will last forever."

I'm feeling his lips again.

"You're beautiful, Henry Townshend."

I've been walking to you for so long, through all pain, losses and misery.

The next second I'm licking the tear from his cheek.

The thumps of my heart are becoming almost unbearably pleasant, while he is saying:

"You're beautiful, Walter Sullivan."