Midnights thinkin' about you

Epilouge.

*Jessica's POV*

"You know, I'm starting to believe that both Henry and William's deaths weren't just a coincidence." Augustine says, walking into my office. It's been two weeks since Henry and William's deaths, and nobody at the police station has seen Clay ever since. There have been rumors flying around. People think he died of heartbreak, or maybe he just killed himself. It will only be a certain amount of time until we find out the truth, I keep saying to myself.

"Why is that?" I finally respond.

"What if Henry was just messing with Clay's feelings? To get away from the police with his real lover?" She proposes, and I quietly gasp.

"Why would you think that? It's clear William is the one who was responsible for the missing children incident." I say, and she rolls her eyes, sitting down.

"Have you ever read Romeo and Juliet? In the prologue, it says, 'a pair of star cross'd lovers take their life.' What does that mean to you?" Augustine says.

"I don't know? I'm not a Shakespearean
freak."

"In this situation, let's say William is Romeo and Henry is Juliet. Since William would be the one responsible for the lives of those innocent children, he wouldn't be able to see Juliet, In this case, Henry if he got caught. They could have been hiding an affair from us all along. Henry wanted to have a good reputation with the police, so he started talking and going around with one of our best policemen. Why would he do that?" Augustine crosses her arms.

"I don't know. I'm not sure, Augustine." She nods at me to get up.

"Come, walk with me, Jess." She speaks, and I listen, as we walk out the door and into the parking lot of the police station.

We go down a sidewalk, and I immediately know where we're going. The cemetery. Suddenly, the air feels cold. It gets colder with each step. Until I can barely breathe. Augustine notices my heavy breathing and stops walking, waiting for me to catch up. "What's up?"

"It feels..." I wheeze, "like something is strangling me..."

Augustine sighs, walking ahead without me. I speed to catch up, still struggling to breathe. We reach a headstone, it reads,

Henry Emily
Beloved Father and Brother
1956-1985
'Peace lives throughout my soul
forevermore'

I smile softly as I read the quote on the bottom. I should have went to his funeral. On the other side of Henry, there lies...

William Afton
1954-1985
Rest in Death.

"Hm, this town really hates William." Augustine says, chuckling to herself. The tension around my throat gets tighter, almost entirely closing off my windpipes. I hyperventilate, and the world goes black.

*Clay's POV*

I open up the door to Henry's home, and I take in the scent of the room. The fresh smell of pumpkin spice floats throughout the room. I walk into the kitchen, spotting an open door, which appears to lead to the garage. In the middle of the room sits a metal table, with parts to robots and other things. In the corner of the room sits a robot with a huge knife, almost a sword. The hair on the back of my neck stands up as I look at it. I approach the table, a note laying on it in fancy cursive, swooping letters, it reads,

Dear Jenny,

I fear that my final days are coming. William told me that he would take Clay to a forest outside of city limits, and then we could run away together. Change our names, get out of the country, marry. One part of my heart is screaming at me to go with William, but these emotions I've pretended to fake for Clay have turned real. If I break this news to William, he is going to kill me. Why do I continue to love him? Do I actually love him? It keeps me awake at night. He betrayed me, he manipulated me, he killed my own daughter. As I sit here writing this, I realize he gaslit me to love him. For the course of these few years since Charlotte's death, I've cried on your shoulder, I've told you my deepest secrets and fears, and I've confided in you. I've been coming out of my shell again, I've confided in Clay and William, in the police officers. But, you won't need to worry about my worries, or my stress. I'll shut you out. I'll shut everyone out. I'll never confide in you again, Jenny. By the time this gets sent to you, I may already be gone. Don't be sad. It must end this way. This is the only way to reverse what William has done. I believe in tying up these loose ends. And with that, this will kill him, too. It might even kill Clay. I wouldn't know. Please, Jenny. Do not tell anyone of my death, the police will pressure you until you have no more voice, no more opinion. I've seen. I've seen it with William. I don't know why I still sympathize with him. He's... All is well, Jenny.

I'm going to be with my daughter.

Love and always to the end,

Henry.

At the very end, scratched out onto the paper in bold and capital letters, "DOES IT HURT?!"