Bliss Ending Silent Hill 2 Novels & Stories

Still, tonight, in the hush of the twilight skyline, she allowed herself one breath of peace. Just one. Before she sharpened her claws again.

I felt like jumping to the backseat so I could rain punches on her. "Guys!" Kim yelled. "I didn't mean-" "What did you mean, Jenny?" "Stop it," Clyde ordered and we both remained silent for the rest of the drive. As we approached the Dunes highway, Kim said she was tired and asked Clyde to take over driving. He pushed open the door on his side but before he could get out, Jenny had her lips connected to Clyde's. The worst part of it all was that he kissed her back. I couldn't take it anymore. I knew more would follow once we reached our destination and I didn't want to watch the boy I loved be in the arms of some pretentious girl.

But Hailey's grip was relentless, her fingers wrapped around the dagger like a vice. She twisted the blade, and agony exploded within me. My vision blurred, colors bleeding together like watercolors in the rain. Hailey's face hovered above me, her eyes burning with malevolence. "Goodbye, Elodie," she whispered, her voice dripping with satisfaction. As my life slipped away, I saw Chase's face, his smile, his eyes, but all of that was tainted by the sound of Hailey’s laughter and heels clicking away.

And in this game, a moment was all you needed to change the ending. The silence that followed the mercenaries' passing was almost louder than their shouting. My ears were ringing, a high-pitched whine that competed with the rhythmic thudding of blood in my temples. I didn't move. I stayed pinned against the cold stone, Sylvia’s weight a heavy, grounding presence in my lap. I waited until the last flicker of their lights faded into the lower valley, until the only sound was the drip-drip-drip of rain off the hemlock needles.

Bliss crossed to the older TV and hit the power button. Silence descended on the house. Or near-silence. Her ears rang, and she wasn't sure if she could hear herself think yet. She held completely still, listening for any sign of life. The hair on the back of her neck rose. He was right behind her, wasn't he? Bliss pivoted, lifting the knife at the same time, but she was alone. Staring back at her from the built-ins were at least a dozen little faces. She gasped and stumbled back, hitting the TV with her elbow.

A low, rhythmic thrumming began to emanate from his chest—the sound of a hard drive spinning up to execute a command. "Target... unstable," the Silas-Sentry droned. "Initiating... Deletion." --- ## Chapter 63: The Heart in the Static The blade descended. It didn't move fast; it moved with the inevitability of a sunset. I closed my eyes, waiting for the light to scour the last of my soul from the street. *CLANG.*

she said, blowing silent, unsteady breaths through her parted lips. "Okay then, see ya!" Short conversation, but it was enough to make her go insane. "Hey, Kenny. Please speed up a little." "All right," he replied. *** When the beautiful blooms twirled in between the vertical slats surrounding the gray villa finally hove into her sight, Stella couldn't stop the corners of her mouth from curling upward. She pursed her trembling lips and flapped her palms near her flushed cheeks. Her breathing was getting ragged. From her tinted window, she looked up at the casement on the second floor.

he put down his head like he is ashamed "By the time, the fire was calmed down. There was nothing to find." His breathing got stuck in the windpipe. Evan felt his heart beating so fast, that the heart monitor went into a panic attack. There was no use. The holder of the heart is gone, yet he is somehow alive. There is nothing left. "Sweetheart, you held on to this necklace." It was the silver two-layered necklace. The smaller one had a rhinestone on it and the bigger one had a cross on it. ~~~ "You will never be alone. Close your eyes and hold it tight."

She asks me for nothing except what my body is already giving her, and I give it, and she takes it, and the giving and the taking blur into something that is neither. Afterward the listening is longer. We lie in the dark with the sheet tangled at our feet and the page still on my chest, and I listen to her breathing slow, and she listens to my heart, and the quiet is not the heavy quiet of the first night. That quiet was loaded with the question of what we had done. This quiet is loaded with the question of what we are going to do next, and neither of us asks it because neither of us has an answer.

The last part of Wendy that he could cling onto. Later, Roanna came to the office with his favorite food. "Scott, she already passed away, so let me take care of you from now on, alright?" Scott, covered with blood and looking like a demon, grabbed her by the throat and strangled her tightly. "You killed her! You're the one who made her heart beat too fast!" Roanna screamed in terror, but his grip only tightened. As her eyes rolled back, her voice rasped through clenched teeth, "It wasn't… me… It was you… It was you…!"