Under The Cold Moonlight

Comfort Me./You?

Bad Ending Version

Who's there?

Whos there?

whos there?

who ther?

ho th..?

...?

...

Augustine said to no one.

Words seems to reverberate across a dark, lifeless, and empty void. His heart was pounding, drop of sweat falling from his face, it felt cold yet suffocating at the same time.

He tried turning around his head but it appears that even His own body won't comply to him.

Augustine's sight was useless in this case neither his sense of touch and taste. He can't smell either since there's nothing anyways and the only thing he can hear was his own heart beating loudly as his echo.

Though...

The feeling of eerieness lingers the space between him and nothing just feels somewhat uncannily frightening.

He tried to calm himself down as the only thing he can control is his insides and not the outside which just made it worse for the man as it is.

Augustine force his two lungs to inhale despite nothing to breath into, he exhale, inhale, exhale and repeats it until he can no longer too. Yet it just made it worse as he still feels the sensation of being strangle even more.

Then suddenly...

"AUGUSTINE I THOUGHT WERE FRIENDS!?"

Augustine was startled by Winnie but it was too late...

Winnie was no longer alive

You/I killed Me/him

~~~

He shots his eyes open, the fluorescent light beaming through his puffy eyes. It became like this ever since the accident his eyes were now tired and red, dark circles forming underneath the eyes. What happened to You_?

He/I forgot to turn off the lights again...

Its 2:26 in the morning Augustine finds himself waking up at the cold, hard tiles of his apartment. Barely getting any sleep for the last couple of days, weeks, months even. Augustine just doesn't know anymore, he felt strange, different for what he can tell.

Augustine turn to his back, facing the room's ceiling burning his eyes by the radiation of the fluorescent.

He was sweating bullets and his heart was still pounding in and out of his chest for the past hours. He knew that sleeping on the floor is a bad idea but what else will he do? The only time he was able to sleep for a short period of time is when he sleep on the floor which was strange since aren't anyone feels discomfort when doing that?

Augustine stayed like that for a couple of minutes before finally getting up and stumbles himself through the kitchen.

He pulls out what it seems to be a small container from his fridge. It was a small rectangular shape container, the container itself was transparent but the lid was color blue. He grabs a fork and opened the lid revealing a piece of fried egg and some soggy bacon, it looks like it have been in the fridge since yesterday.

Now he thought Winnie was bad at cooking just wait till he sees Augustine's breakfast for the day.

He can imagine how Winnie will probably tease him about his food being so depressed haha...and maybe Winnie will even cook for him, replacing his meal into something made with love...

Augustine felt a tear falling across his face as he remebers his friend, his best friend...

What will You/I do without Me/You?

Side notes:

Winnie is left
Augustine is right