Helliam/Willry (William x Henry)

I love you, Henry.

Henry paused the tape recorder before it could continue. He slumped in his chair, letting out a hefty sigh while putting his palm on his forehead. He chuckled. "You have no idea how wonderful it is to hear your voice..." He whispered, closing his eyes for a moment before sitting back up and playing it again. The tapes labeled 1-4 explained who he was and what had been going on, but when he got to the tapes labeled 5-10 he started talking about the murders. How he did it, how much he regret it, and how much he missed Henry because of it. Henry absolutely hated William for what he did back then, but now he sorta forgave him. He had found out that Charlie's soul possessed the puppet, and gotten in touch with her. Over the thirty years that William had been gone, they had both agreed that he had learned his lesson and there was no point in holding a grudge anymore. Charlie did tell Henry how he died, and he was terrified when she did. Not only did he feel pity for him, he felt so much...guilt. Guilt that he could've been there the day William lost it, helping him to calm down, and NONE of this would've happened...

Henry sighed and skipped the tapes with the murders in them, plainly because he didn't want reminders. He picked up the last one and looked at it, reading the red letters that spelled out "Henry" on the top. He paused for a moment and put it in.

*Click!* 

Hello. If you are somebody I know, you probably know who "Henry" is. So I'm just here to say that this tape is not for you. It's for him.

Henry blushed slightly at his venom laced tone, he was almost tempted himself to turn it off.

*sigh* Now that that's done, Hello Henry. I...would expect you to hate and despise me right about now, but by the time you listen to this I'll probably not be here. Check the safe room if you really want a clue to where I am. Er, where I will be. I figured that after everyone I care about died, I would commit suicide by spring-locking myself on purpose. So, I just wanted to say that I am so...deeply sorry about what I did.

Henry looked at the tape recorder in disbelief. 'no...he wouldn't...' He thought.

I still care about you so much, and I wish that I never did this so that we could still be friends...

Henry flinched at the word "friends" knowing that he wanted to be more than that.

I uh, hope that you're happy where you are right now, I hope that you find your daughter again.

Henry leaned closer and slightly covered his mouth as he felt tears pricking at his eyes.

Uh...I...ugh, who cares what I say anymore, it's not like you'll care after what I did...

Henry raised an eyebrow and sat up a little more.

I love you, Henry. I love you so much. I would want nothing more than to be yours.

*Click!*