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Lonely Together	By : ILikeCake Category: +S through Z > Silent Hill Views: 2130 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Silent Hill 3 and it's characters are owned by Konami. I do not profit from this work of fiction.

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This chapter: original secondary characters,Oral, Adult+
WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS MORE SAPPY THAN IT IS SEXY!!!

Heather walked through a familiar landscape, protectively cradling a notebook in one arm. Her other hand reached to her chest, feeling the small locket she used to wear daily as a child. Anything that reminded her of Silent Hill was put out of sight soon after the funeral. As much as she loved her father, it was a step backward to keep the reminders in plain view. There were always the pictures that kept him close to her thoughts, anyhow.
Heather suddenly wondered why she bothered rummaging through her safe every year to retrieve these objects that had no meaning to the tomb stone that was left of her father. She rationalized that this was the least she could do for the memory of him, even if he never saw or heard her. She'd seen such weird things in her day, there was no way to know if his spirit really could peak in on her or not. It was always better to play it safe. She thought once about asking Douglas to come with her, but decided it would be far too awkward. Doing this already made her feel like a kid in a way, and having him around would ruin the mood further. She was too embarrassed to perform this yearly ritual with anyone listening in, no matter how badly she needed the company during the drive.
After she arrived at the correct spot, she took a deep breath. Looking around to make sure no one was within ear shot, she knelt down near Harry Mason's final resting place. These visits were always so bittersweet. "It's that time of year again, dad. Your Cheryl's back. Did you miss me?" As if in response, a bird in the nearby tree started singing. An amused smile smoothed across her lips.
"I still have everything you gave me. See? I keep it safe." She went over the laundry list of things she had prepared to share in her mind. "I'm still living in the same place as last year. The old woman who lived downstairs passed away before Thanksgiving, and everyone in the building still misses her. Her name was Margaret, remember? If you see her, tell her everyone says hi." Heather felt ridiculous after saying that, but there was nobody around to judge. It was just her and her father right now. "I still work at the same place. It's not very glamorous, but the pay is good. I'm still friends with Karen. She's dating a new guy that she's pretty serious about. She won't shut up about him, actually."
Heather continued with the tiny details she'd been saving up. It was the usual thanks and observations as every year, that were more for her benefit than the grave's.
As silly of a prospect as it was, she felt a little nervous when the time came to mention Douglas.
"I don't really have a boyfriend right now...." Heather looked around again to double check that the was coast really clear. "I guess you already know, but I've kinda been seeing Douglas for a little while now......" She paused, as if expecting something to happen. "I've liked him for a while-" Not liking the way that last sentence hit her ear, she shook her head and started over. "I've had strong feelings for him since we lived together. You would've liked him. He's like you in a lot of ways, as sick as that must sound." Heather smiled and glanced up at the sky dreamily. "I don't know if it's going to go anywhere yet, but despite everything, I'm really happy with him. I know you'd approve," she stated with a nod. I hope. She stood, placing a hand against the cold stone. "Well, I have to go see some people before I head back home. You know the drill." Heather smiled, taking a first step back. "I love you daddy, and I miss you. See you next year."
Every time, without fail, she hated the feeling of walking away from her father's burial site. There was a superstitious part of her that always felt like he was somehow standing there, watching his only company for the year leave. It was only her imagination, of course. The souls of loved ones being doomed to loneliness before one can join them must be a common fear. At that thought, Heather suddenly wondered if Douglas ever visited his son's grave. Maybe it was too spiritual of a sentiment for him, but he was full of surprises. He would never say anything about it even if he did, just as her visits to Harry were never mentioned to him.
There were some things too personal to discuss, even with those in life who were the closest. Some things had to be done on one's own, maybe even most things. Life itself was loneliness incarnate. Thousands of individuals experiencing it so separately, so differently...so far removed from each other by time, space, and circumstance. She scrunched her face at that thought; It was a depressing realization. Heather got into her car, setting the notebook in the passenger seat. Before starting the engine, she reasoned that she accidentally stumbled upon the true meaning of life hidden in her dreary thoughts....
Maybe the entire point to life was realizing the fact that we were all lonely together.

"We should do this more often," David shouted, his breath curling through the cold air in tendrils of white. Douglas stood a few feet to his left, emptying handgun bullets into the target pinned across from them. "Maybe you could bring that youngster along again," he suggested, voice still raised. "She was a good shot."
Douglas finished, then removed one of his ear plugs. He hadn't really heard his friend's words. "What?" It was quiet once more.
"I said we should do this more often in the fall, before all the hunters show up. It's nice having the place to ourselves."
"Maybe we should." Douglas nodded, and both men walked to retrieve their own targets. Douglas studied his for a moment, seeming distracted. "I'm still a little too low," he mentioned absentmindedly, shaking his head at himself in slight confusion.
David thought better of cracking an easy joke at Douglas's eyesight. "Why don't you ever bring that little girlfriend of yours along anymore? She's hot."
Douglas laughed. "Heather, you mean?" He suggestively smiled. "You want her number?"
David only smirked and evenly answered, "I'd give her a call, sure. If she weren't always following you around like a puppy."
"She never did that." Douglas rolled his eyes.
David looked genuinely amused. "Oh, please! It was too obvious! If I didn't know any better, I'd think the two of you had something going on this whole time." The way Douglas averted his eyes at that piqued David's curiosity. He'd known his friend a long time. He was good at reading Douglas's reactions, and he was obviously hiding something. "I'm sorry," he started, trying to hide his delight at the prospect of discovering a secret. Douglas didn't have many secrets, but the ones he had were always so good. "Is there something going on, then?"
"The thing is," Douglas tried, searching his vocabulary for the best way to answer. "It's not really, um...actually there's-"
David interrupted with a short, loud laugh of realization. This must be the reason his friend was so much more energetic. He nodded approvingly. "Nice job, man!"
"It's not like that!" Douglas said, annoyed. He began collecting his things. He was done for the day.
"Ok. How is it, then?" David asked, following suit. He seemed a little too happy right as far as Douglas was concerned.
"I really like her." Douglas paused, closing his eyes in frustration. He immediately regretted admitting that aloud. "But we're keeping it casual. Does that answer your question?"
"Casual? So, that's code for 'fucking a lot,' right?"
Douglas smiled deviously. "Like fucking newlyweds," he confirmed happily.
"I knew it!" He congratulated. "Have you told anyone?"
"You and Mike," Douglas answered with a shrug, downplaying the situation.
"Just me and the shrink? I feel special now," David joked. He thought for a moment, assessing the mood carefully before saying anything further. "I know we only see each other.....what is it now? About every third month, or so?"
Douglas nodded. "About that. Yeah. Why?"
"I'm just trying to say that you can call me any time you need me." His tone was suddenly sympathetic. "If you need to just talk, or go out, or whatever. You know, when things.....go south."
It took Douglas a moment to understand what his friend was offering. David was willing to supply comfort when he and Heather eventually broke up. "No. I'll be fine, thanks. We're not that serious. Weren't you listening?"
"I know what she means to you," David started, knowingly. "When this doesn't work out, it's going to hurt. A lot. Trust me."
"When it doesn't work out? Ouch. So little faith!" Douglas's kept his tone playful, trying to hide the sting of his friend's words. He was probably right.
"Your enviable ability to reduce her to a love sick puppy aside," David began, lifting an eyebrow wisely, "She's still a pretty girl. She loves you to fucking death, but eventually, some younger punk is going to come along and catch her eye. You know that just as well as I do."
"Maybe I could just shoot him," Douglas joked as both men walked toward their cars.
David laughed, adjusting the mass of supplies under his arm. It was obvious that the seriousness of the conversation had ended. He would have to convince his friend to play things safe some other time. "And I'll help you bury the body," David added, playing along.
During the drive back into town, Douglas replayed David's words in his mind. His friend was right, more than likely. Though it wasn't something he hadn't already considered, having a good friend agree somehow cemented it as the only possible future. For the first time, Douglas started regretting his choice to continue this charade. He would be devastated if anything happened with Heather that caused one of them to hate the other. He was being selfish, keeping Heather all to himself and denying her the opportunity to find a real boyfriend or husband. How would he react when that finally happened, anyhow? Just the thought of her with another man made his blood boil. It had been hard enough for both of them to pretend long before they knew each other's touch. He couldn't even imagine what torment would ensue now if either of them found another lover. Maybe it would be better if he just ended this as soon as he returned home, salvaging what was left of the friendship before it was too late.....
No. He couldn't bring himself to do that. Heather was his everything, as sick as that was. She would agree to the break, and then stubbornly just proposition him later. Of course he wouldn't be able to resist, and their affair would begin all over again. Ending it now solved nothing. Whatever the future held, he would have to try to keep Heather in his life at all costs. It would probably be difficult for a while after she found some other man, but he needed her around in whatever capacity she cared to fill.
Though for the time being, he still had every intention of thoroughly enjoying her joyfully surrendered body.....

Douglas's apartment was quiet, save for the sound of slightly labored breathing and his satisfied moan. For the second time that day, he watched as Heather eagerly swallowed his warm liquid. The veins in his legs tingled as every muscle in his body relaxed. Heather's head moved up and away, painfully breaking contact. "Merry Christmas," she said cheerfully, smiling. Her naked body cuddled into his, and he gratefully held her, feeling as though he were in a deliriously wonderful dream. I love you, Dougy. After a moment, Douglas sat up, and Heather worried he was getting up to get dressed. "Can we stay like this for a minute longer?Please?"
He slithered on top of her and sweetly kissed her nose. "No."
She playfully pouted, hiding her disappointment. "Why?" Keep holding me....
"Your turn," he answered. She didn't understand what he meant until he was spreading her legs and positioning his mouth over her sex. Her slit was already glistening slightly. He smiled at the idea of Heather getting excited just from pleasuring him. Normally he would tease her for a while, brushing his beard against her inner thighs and such; making a show of it. She'd been so generous to him today that he decided to cut straight to the chase. His tongue immediately began circling her clit until it hardened, making her sigh weakly. As Douglas licked, he wondered if Heather knew how hot he found her when she squirmed under his effort. Just like that. She ran her fingers through his hair as her eyes rolled in the back of her head at the motion of his rough tongue.
He continued, enjoying her mild taste and occasionally stealing a glance up to be certain she was still having fun. When she got so close to climax that she started moving against Douglas's mouth, he roughly slammed two fingers inside of her began pressing up. Yes. Soon after, Heather released her own fluid over Douglas with a cry. Her body tensed briefly, and then collapsed entirely. He stood up, wiping himself clean with his hand. "Merry Christmas," he said coyly. "Such a mess," he continued, his eyes sparkling with a sudden idea. "Maybe we should go clean up?" Heather giggled and chased him to the shower.
After an enjoyable sudsing and rinsing, they both stood in front of the bathroom mirror drying off. Douglas was so distracted from watching Heather bend over to towel her legs that he didn't hear what she asked."I didn't catch that....?"
"I told you to stand right here." She pointed to the floor next to her. "Face the mirror."
"Yes ma'am," he joked. She had made the request sound nonnegotiable. He got into place, tossing his towel aside. Heather stood to his left, slightly overlapping in front of his arm. She stared ahead, studying their reflections. She seemed to be contemplating something."What?"
"I wanted to see what we look like together," she answered. Douglas only smiled, happy to oblige. Heather looked at herself quickly, not really happy with her body shape but thankful to still be so slim despite her poor diet. Her opinion of Douglas's physique was more kind, despite his age. His hairline receded a little more each year, but Heather would never complain about that as long as his beer gut kept receding yearly as well. His facial features were rough and stern; almost fatherly. His body was more toned than it had been when she first met him, much to her delight. It almost seemed like the broadness of his shoulders had increased as well. Yum. A stray thought suddenly wandered into her moment of admiration. Grateful for an opportunity to distract Douglas from childish this idea was, she asked,"Did I mention that Karen's getting married in June?" She looked into the eyes of his reflection, unmoving.
Douglas kissed her cheek and looked at her while answering. "No. But I knew it had to happen sooner or later. She's crazy about that guy."
Heather nodded in agreement. "I haven't been to many weddings. Are the bride's maids supposed to bring dates?"
"I don't think it matters either way." For a moment, Douglas thought she was going to invite him to go with her. He thought about the implications for a moment, but heather had other thoughts.
"She thinks it's weird that I haven't had a boyfriend in over a year." Heather's voice seemed far away. "I lie to her every few months and say I had a one night stand. I make up a name and career for the guy and everything." Douglas let his gaze move back onto Heather's reflection, still listening. "She figured out we were together, but I think I told her it was just a one time thing. Or something like that. I'm worried about her getting suspicious again when I don't have someone to bring to the wedding."
Taking this as a sign, Douglas bravely responded with "but you do have someone to bring."
Heather laughed, assuming he was referring to her latest admirer. "No. There's no way I'm going with Kyle! I don't care how stoic he is, he's still creepy!"
Douglas waited until she was looking at his reflection's face again before speaking. "I meant me."
She didn't look away."It's not really the same as when we go to dinner or a movie, Dougy. I don't know if Karen told anybody about us. If we go to a wedding together, we might look like a-"
"-Couple?" He interrupted. "What's wrong with that?"
Heather's head pivoted in confusion. She felt her heart rate increase, though she wasn't sure why. "I thought you didn't want this to get serious."
He turned to face her, putting a hand on her shoulder. "It's been serious for a while now. Hasn't it?" What are you trying to say?
Heather blinked. Her mind raced, unable to focus on a single thought. "I thought you had a problem with my age, and-"
"-You don't have to introduce me as your boyfriend," he interrupted. "Maybe people will be suspicious, maybe they won't. That's their problem, not ours." He put his arms around her warmly, still looking into her eyes. "It would be nice to have you on my arm for an entire night. Are you really that ashamed of me?"
Heather's expression turned calm. "Of course I'm not." She lifted herself on her toes and gave him a quick kiss for emphasis. "I just didn't think you wanted us to be together. Not like that. Not in public."
"For a while, I didn't," he admitted. "I was worried about you, mostly. Then I realized that what goes on between us isn't anyone else's business. I'm perfectly fine letting people think whatever they want. I don't care."
Heather bit her lip apprehensively. "You won't get bored with me if I'm not a secret anymore?"
"No." Douglas shook his head.
She still wasn't satisfied. "You won't lose interest because we're redefining the relationship into something more serious? You're sure?"
"If it makes you feel any better, we can consider the wedding a test ." He leaned down and gave her a kiss. "If we don't like the way it feels to be on an official date, we don't have to bother with it ever again."
Heather simply smiled.
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