Stanley parable one shots [requests]

Warm night sky ( slight angst/ fluff )

Short summary : Stanley and The Narrator stand on the balcony of Firewatch in the 'Games Ending' at night. Stanley reminisces on the life he should've been having but decides it's not so bad, being here. Narrator has a surprise at the end for him.

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( This was meant to be a pure fluff story- but I don't really control what I'm writing most of the time, I think, and it spiralled into this. There's still plenty fluff in here, just blended in with the slight angst.
Hope you don't mind.. )

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Both of them were doused head to toe in darkness. If it weren't for the faint aura of moonlight, they would be lost to the black of night- and not even the outline of them would be visible. Yet, here, it was. The sky emitted just enough light to make out each of their features clearly, while still blending in with the darkness.
It sort of enveloped them in warm embrace. They belonged with the night sky and they belonged where they were right now :

On the balcony of a forest lookout with nothing blocking the infinite abyss of night sky beyond them.
Nothing else was there to interrupt but the quiet whispering of the wind as it made its way past all the branches on the pine trees and stroked them with every waft.

It'd always been just the two of them, hadn't it? They'd been designed to live with each other for eternity, however long time deemed fit. Maybe it wasn't such a bad thing. Afterall, now, it felt as if they were a part of one another - as if neither of them were complete without the second by their side.
Stanley was sure that anywhere without the Narrator wouldn't feel like home. It didn't matter if he'd been in the parable for his entire life. Without the Narrator there, the parable would die along with him.

Oh, how he wouldn't bear being without him. It may have been shameful, but it was the truth : the truth that both of them shared.

"Sure is warm for a night like this, isn't it, Stanley?"
Stanley could only nod in agreement. The air felt slightly humid to his breath and the air was undoubtedly warmer than usual. However, the wind still nipped at his skin through his clothes and swayed his hair gently.
This felt like a break from the parable for once. And however much the Narrator liked the sound of his own voice, Stanley believed that the quiet eased both of them in that moment.
It was a break. No need to think, no need to talk. The silence was welcomed and not dreaded, it didn't need things to fill it.

Stanley felt the Narrator's presence closer than it ever had been before, almost as if he was just looming over his shoulder : seeing the same sky he was, feeling the same breath of wind as he was.

He swore he could feel the warmth of skin where the Narrator would have been ; he swore he could hear the quiet inhales and exhales coming from the Narrator's slow breaths, and the feel of them against his skin, brushing against his collar.
He swore he could imagine the human form standing just centimetres behind him, of someone he had yet to see.
His heart pounded hard.

As he stayed still and relished in that feeling, he was comforted. He'd never truly felt alone in the parable. He supposed it was the Narrator's presence, always sticking so close to him, he almost felt like a real person.

But as Stanley cautiously turned his head and swivelled around, his heart thumped against his compressed lungs, finding that the feeling of human skin ; the breaths of human life, were nothing at all.
"Did you see something, Stanley? You sure look quite shaken. Don't tell me you're afraid of the dark. " The Narrator joked.

Stanley shook his head, turning back around. Maybe, in this dark, silent world, maybe here, he was lonely. Now that there was no sound to distract him, or things to be doing, he could finally see the extent of just how lonely he was.
He was alone.
Alone, watching the stars turn and shimmer around him ; alone, feeling the wind pick up his hair and blow at his clothes ; alone, on this balcony of a forest lookout with nothing blocking the infinite abyss of night sky beyond him.
His hands tightened on the railings.