Goodbye, Heather. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to respond to your love. It’s all over. Leonard despises me—-because I made fun of it, saying it would come to this. If it weren’t for his meddling, I would have been able to meet you in just a little while. Then I could have taken you to my world. A world for us alone, more beautiful than this one. And I had been waiting for this day, for today. The day I’d see you, the day you’d save me. Today. Heather, watch out for him. Leonard is no ordinary guy. Farewell. I loved you. Heather, my goddess. Heather, my lover. Heather, my
Heather, my most sacred lover. I’m always watching you. No matter where you are or what you may be doing, I have never lost sight of you. I know you feel intensely lonely. Yet with a single key to this door, those feelings won’t stand in the way any longer. We haven’t been able to see each other for so long. Be patient—-it’s just a little longer. I’ll be patient, too, even though I long to hold you in these hands of mine. The key is behind the shelves in the underground garage. Why there? Ask that idiot doctor. There’s not a single person here who’s right in the head. Not just in this hospital—-I mean in all of Silent Hill. Except me.
Flowing freely, your ebony hair
Like the night sky, scattering fragrance
My heart, clamoring in my chest
Like a storm, you trifle with it
Your pristine glance
Like a feast, when you smile
My thoughts disturbed, my breath
Like opium, it drives me mad
…Eric, a great poet who conveys my feelings so well. I shouldn’t have let this place get to me, should never have gone crazy. But it’s superbly enjoyable to drown in my love for you. But why won’t you accept proof of my life? Don’t stand on ceremony, now. After all, you and I exist as one. What I give to you is the same as what I give to me.
I also like the rooftop. It makes me want to fly. You too?
There was a tattooed guy on that rumpled bed. Not any more, though. That alarm clock and filthy bag are his. Ah, but don’t misunderstand. I haven’t done a thing. I didn’t hate him, though he was a liar. Shall I write something of my own? On my chest, since I can’t cut it open to show you my heart. “I Love Heather”. No, something a bit more forceful. “I Love Heather” isn’t enough for what I feel. Oh, what a tender emotion this image brings…
You may not yet have realized your own true feelings. But you sense them unconsciously. And so you’re trying to get closer to me. That’s a virtue, the path to Paradise. If the door’s locked, open it. Use the password for the prison gates. Doctor…I’ve forgotten his name. Anyway, that quack has it posted. He should be here, too. I mean, 4 numbers would’ve been good enough, but he kept on going. Isn’t it a shame? I’m not there. Aren’t you irritated? I long for you, but you’re so cruel. Still, I want you, Heather.