Ahaha, you're right about the "Fuck you, Claudia"!

Anyway, I prefer to think of Stanley as a poor, misunderstood little creature. Maybe he was also suffering in Silent Hill, and Heather was the way he could hold on to humanity? Well, I thought that came through, and I liked it.

I always wanted to know what a meeting between Heather and Stanley would have been like... I hate to be an obsessive jerk, but remember when number seven calls the pay phone in the locker room? When he sings her happy birthday, he says "I'm not Leonard- or your precious Stanley!"

I'm somewhat of a canon-whore. Pardon me, please. A great fic nonetheless!

I don't know how. but silent hill knows how to bring out ones emotions. like you did with this fic. this was really nice...sad.

Hey, I liked it!

Wow. That was amazing. That was one of the best and most realistic Heather/Stanley fic that I've read. Great job.

This is a short story, but I really like it. There's such a sweet and tender mood here, which considering this is Silent Hill makes it all the more disturbing...

interesting to see Heather's reaction to finaly coming face to face with her stalker. i would never have imagined their encounter to be like this at all so thankyou for bringing this wonderfuly written (as always) glimps at what could have been.

Wow... Disbelief suspended, the exchange between the two was really quite touching in a somewhat disturbing way, and seeing Stanley die before your very eyes is a lot more powerful than just finding evidence of it and encountering the body after the fact. I think I'm depressed again...